Serene I fold my arms and wait, not care for wind, nor tide, nor sea. I rave no more side time or fate, for mine shall come to me.
I stay my haste; I make delays, for what avails this eager pace. I stand amid the eternal ways, what prey shall know my face.
Asleep; awake, by night or day. The friends I seek are seeking me. No breeze can drive my bark astray, nor change the tide of each new day.
What matter if I stand alone! I linger with bliss; the future tick. My heart will reap where it has sown, and harvest up its fruit of tears.
