She wants to begin again
In the end there is a horizon, unknown in seasons of growth
If there is no harvest for all our sweat
Maybe the river isn't dry, but why try?
Too much angry ambition
Greed, aimless speed
Blind ambition!
In the failures
Or failures of nerve
We begin to see again
The light in the garden
And in her eyes
We begin again
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