A Song of Regret

Winter's frozen moments
Will melt once more to spring,
Birds with peppered feathers
Return once more to sing...
But so high soars the mountain
That though I climb and climb
She always hides her flowers from me...

In long ago's lost garden
The apple trees will bear
A thousand fruits of red and green
But not one will I share...
For constant must I travel
And in some far off land
Lie down once more remembering...