Little Squirrel

Ah, little squirrel, there you are again Digging what you buried long ago And here I am trespassing your domain And shivering in the wintry blow You've come down, and I've come out To exhume my buried heart And wrestle with the tyrant of my doubt While two hopes tear my mind apart Shall I prefer spring or its death in summer Shall I hold true to pain to honor words Love has no eyes and cannot see tomorrow But, O, you know the songs of all birds Tell me, sweet nut gatherer, at sunset When the chorale begins, what choice You make and how that deletes regret When you dance to the vestal voice? Ah, little squirrel, could I live free here Content in winter's chill or sunny rain Could I gather my buried things and stare At life without despair ... what art to gain A spirit that memory has never stained A carefree contentment from a tree An ignorance of what the world disdained An innocence, little squirrel, like thee.