Body of mine, sun-kissed

ruddy tumult:

abundance that leaps

unbridled and wild.

Joy! A flag

crowning the tower—

needs no scaffolding

nor ropes nor hooks.

Turn round and round

my little soul,

not hiding, only deep …

Seek, look, speak,

encircle me in grace,

with your pure strength

guide me to the end

of my good fortune …

Untouched, the hours

crown me.