Muslimans and Gyors throw kerchiefs at a smile and have no ruth for any weeping. But thou art not such a lover, my beloved. Thou canst wait through sorrow and sickness to bring souls to touch and think it soon when others cry too late. I thank all who have loved me in their hearts with thanks and love from mine. O to shoot my soul's full meaning into future years that they should lend it utterance and salute love that endures from life that disappears. Then I long tried by natural ills received the comfort fast while budding at thy sight my pilgrim staff gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled. I love thee freely as men strive for right. I love thee purely as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use in my old griefs and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with the love I seemed to lose with my lost saints. I love thee with the breath smiles tears of all my life and if God choose I shall but love thee better after death. To fade away like morning beauty from her mortal day down by the river of Adana her soft voice is heard and thus her gentle lamentation falls like morning dew. O life of this our spring why fades the lotus of the water why fade these children of the spring