The Solo Years


 P. Yarrow, E. Mezzetti

Come then to me the stars are high
The earth is deep the moon drops dew
Swift Hermes floats along the sky
From Jove to me from me to you

I should despair of power and peace
Were I alone to sigh and sift
The silly from the wise in Greece
He knew I see the shadow shift

A single flame fills all the earth
A single sun fills all the blue
A single death, a single birth
Suffice us not but me with you
Discover if there be a way
Separate from that path above
The plains of earth  the high gods say
There is a way the way of love