The world seems rushing,
I alone seem still.

The world seems a bank of memory,
I alone cannot think.

The world seems after something,
I alone cannot move.

The world seems to say something,
I alone cannot speak.

Who would hear?
The echoes of my soul.

Who would journey with me?
I've dream't a million dreams.

Who and what would fill my mind?
Clouds cross these skies!

I want to sit by the river,
My Goddess, Grandest of Fathers.