As poppies fired the nut-brown wheat   My love rode by with sun-stained feet   With a longing call and horse hooves fleet   I followed her laughter all a summer morn   But, oh, from a distant palace of shade   I heard the rune of my nature played   I strained to listen and lost the maid   And walked the world forlorn   When the circle green was brown with leaves   My love rode by as one that grieves   I left my stand within the sheaves   And followed her weeping all an autumn noon   From beyond the sunset splashed with red   A circle weighed upon my head   I begged embrace but she had fled   Beyond the dawning moon   When the woods were covered with snow drifts deep   My love passed by as one asleep   I left the earth my horns to keep   And followed her dreaming all a winter's night   And all along the moonlit track   With thorny shadows printed black   I caught a scent and turned my back   And lost my life's delight   Maiden of the secret well   I strain for you, yearning   From upon the oak throne quivering   Mistress of the hornèd moon   I pain for you, burning   Underneath the blue stone shivering   I need you, I need you, I need you....   When heather primed the morning air   My love arose, and I was there   A thousand flowers in her hair   And in her eyes was the Wheel of Time   Reached for her hand, I did not miss   Combining all this diverse bliss   Forged together in one single kiss   We made the world one in rhyme