We under the clouds
The clouds under the sky
The sky under the stars
The stars under the dark
We over the dark

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
The holy tree is growing there
From joy the holy branches start
And all the trembling flowers they bear
The changing colours of its fruit
Have dowered the stars with merry light
The surety of its hidden root
Has planted quiet in the night
The shaking of its leafy head
Has given the waves their melody
And made my lips and music wed
Murmuring a wizard song for thee

Belowed, gaze in thine own heart
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
Or only gaze a little while

Beloved, gaze in thine own heart
Gaze no more in the bitter glass
The demons with their subtle guile
Lift-up before us when they pass
Or only gaze a little while

Gaze no more in the bitter glass
Beloved, gaze in thine own heart