...winters have passed
unto the distance glance my lass,
upon the hill far off on horizons that see in dreamy visions.

Appear to you, oh, varied girl
the tallest steed dressed in pearls a diamond braided rein,
A knight in shining armor upon that mount will be hurrying
riding fast to meet you between here and now.

He shall hold in his strong hands roses, a white dress
to dress you in, a veil to veil your purity,
again. He will tell tall tales.
Adorned thorn less, if you see,
your horizon
that same destiny,
he rides toward.