So big, so large, so vast, so very great—

The sky. Then you–unlimited within

My arms. Your giant heart of love makes me

To sigh, to sigh with happiness that gains

Your charms and seems to fly beyond all bounds.

I fly! Oh yes! I soar in rapture true

So high in highest ecstasy the heart

Of harm, it cannot touch or beat us—nay!

You, I, twin rafts of flowers on a stream,

Float artlessly along as in a dream,

And wisely, proudly, let the dream prevail.

The sky was big, that now is very small.

Our arms we raise, enclosing us in flesh.

Our high ideal is real, and we’re the best.