| I praise you to the depth and breadth and height My words can reach, when feeling great delight For your deep cunning and unique displays. I praise you through the turning of all the days, Not just at need, but by sun and lamplight. I praise you freely, as I strive to cite. I praise you purely, as I turn a phrase. I praise you with a passion and enthuse About your ways and will until my death. I praise you with a praise I seemed to lose With my reason,--I praise you with my breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! And if norns choose, Then, I shall praise you when my breath has left. |