Sometimes with one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain
one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd,
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)
Delicate cluster! flag of teeming life! Covering all my lands —all my sea-shores lining! Flag of death! (how I watch'd you through the smoke of battle pressing! How I heard you flap and rustle, cloth defiant!) Flag cerulean— sunny flag, with the orbs of night dappled! Ah my silvery beauty— ah my woolly white and crimson! Ah to sing the song of you, my matron mighty! My sacred one, my mother.