Sometimes I know the way you walk, up over the bay
It is a wind from that far sea that blows the fragrance of your hair to me
Or this garden where the breeze touches my trees
To stir their dreaming shadows on the grass, I see you pass
In sheltered beds, the heart of every rose serenely sleeps tonight
As shut as those, your guarded heart
As safe as they from the beat
Beat of hooves that tread dropped roses in the street
Turn never again on these eyes blind with a wild rain
Your eyes, they were stars to me
There are things stars may not see
But call, call, and though Christ stands still with scarred hands
Over my mouth, I must answer
So I will come
He shall let me go
