Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax

Do not fret, do not cry, do not tax

Your last strength, and your heart do not torture.

You're alive, you're inside me, intact,

As a buttress, a friend, an adventure.

I've no fear of standing exposed

As a fraud in my faith in the future.

It's not life, not a union of souls

We are breaking off, but a hoax mutual.

From straw mattresses' sick wretchedness

To the fresh air of wide open spaces!

It's my brother and hand. It's addressed

Like a letter, to you, crisp and bracing.

Like an envelope, tear it across,

With Horizon begin correspondence,

Give your speech the sheer Alpian force,

Overcome the sick sense of forlornness.

O'er the bowl of Bavarian lakes

With the marrow of osseous mountains

You will know I was not a glib fake

And of sugared assurances spouter.

Fare ye well and God bless you! Our bond

And our honour aren't tamely domestic.

Like a sprout in the sunlight, unbend,

And then things will assume a new aspect.