Tristan's Song

For High Heaven has not seen, Time wait outside your red laugh Nor have the bright angels been To the paradise you are Melody has grace yet to learn And flowers know not the lone rose; Soft, they're waiting for their turn; The perfume of you to compose Let mountains with rubies blaze Under steps of rising sun, Death can even shed my days Till all I have is one For starlight has not the fire Nor summer skies the wild blue To tempt me to turn or tire From your eyes, Or from you