GUIDING PRINCIPLE

You my day! I do not want
to be only night, and hard dross, too -
for from your cheek spreads sweetly untouched
spring mornings' brilliance of dew.

You my sun! I do not want
to be only autumn and wind blowing cold -
for in your gaze smiled triumph-glad
blue crystal that spring skies hold.

You my peace! I do not want
to be only defiance, war's obstinacy -
for too young and budding golden
was the new life you gave to me.