In this moment, the lamplight shining low,

The sky outside my window river-blue,

The clock tick-ticking seconds as they go,

This moment hear me wish my love to you.

The walls here, roof here always overhead,

And the same shadows now as yesterday-

Now take the moment from my hand outspread,

This flower opening while it blows away.

I wish the walls and sky and love to you,

The light and shadow lifted in my hand;

I send you, over leagues of darkening land,

This moment, with the night wind blowing through,

And leaning northward like a tree, would soar

Myself, but feel roots tugging in this floor.