Now shall be granted.

No longer dumb to you,

Changed and enchanted,

Singing I’ll come to you.

Singing I’ll come to you.

  I will amass for you

Very great treasure.

Swift years shall pass for you

Dancing for pleasure.

Time shall be slave to me,

Giving—full measure—

All that you gave to me.

All that you gave to me.

SONG

If I have dared to surrender some imitation of splendour,

Something I knew that was tender, something I loved that was brave,

If in my singing I showed songs that I heard on my road,

Were they not debts that I owed, rather than gifts that I gave?

If certain hours on their climb up the long ladder of time

Turned my confusion to rhyme, drove me to dare an attempt,

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