The Old Road to Paradise/Givers
GIVERS
My lover kissed my lips, and his arms went round my body, But you were kissing the lips of my soul in our own wild garden Where the rose-colored moon shone down Through a sevenfold garland of rainbow stars And a river of clear golden music rippled and thrilled In our own place.
My lover gave me worship and faith and swift submission, You gave me a light word, and a touch, before you went from me, And an endless demesne where my dreams can live my whole life through And a living heart to sing with; There is never cause for grief or cause for laughter That I do not run to our country of dreams to tell you, Wrapped in your living arms among the heavenly roses, Sure of your smile . . . You, whose heart is a cluster of seven cold stars!