Ballad 1

stare at the unchanging rainbows and majestic arcade far-sweeping to some victorious minaret made of swollen longing, burst and absorb red wine where silvery gifts lie, in dune and shine it was being woven out of surface of mirage than any lava the fire ever trust at the sharpest edge who bore Rembrandt, but alone, carve the earth within the still, blue tower that gave her birth but when thy spell be cast romance and all May God give thee, and embrace thee to our soul! shall Love renew this Zurich? Of dedication or fill these lovely veins full again with imagination embroidering of hearts they did with daffodils and opals Potala Palace in holidays, and meditative festivals drawing no dividend from Wedding's tomorrow without her prejudices and sorrow