Of three roads that lay upfront
one is broken leading north,
one shimmers like golden frost,
the other cries at the sparrow´s howl.
Of five loves that I have met
one of them was broken net,
one smiled at me when I was down,
the others tried to give me crown.
Of three rivers I have passed
one of them was liquid past,
one of them was blue as corn,
the other full of silver bone.
Of seven hearts that we have lost
one of them had steepest cost,
one of them was truth long locked,
one of them begged to be sold,
one of them hurt of distant dreams,
one of them is truth that sleeps,
one of them is truth allowed,
the best of them was pride unbowed.