I will not bow to the mountains
Or worship the bull's grassy plain;
Heartstains may cover the ocean,
But still there my spirit refrains.
I will not conquer the city
Or kill with the kindest intent;
Though my soul drowns in its tearstains,
My spirit in stillness repents.
He has accomplished my nightmare
When sorrow was borrowed in Love;
He has relinquished His Spirit,
He has become like a dove.
I have done nothing but watch Him alight;
Now I will follow Him, dancing in flight.