Mother dearest, Mother clearest,
You whose eyes do shine...
What have you to gain
when never you draw the line?

Father nearest, Father far,
You who know not what I fear...
What is there to question
when the answer none will hear?

Yet seven then and three times more,
does little now to drop the score...
and even as they spread their bile;
still they greet you, sweet desire.

Mother nearest, Father dearest,
how long have we to wait...
when time erases us and never you,
how long have we to wait
before we fall anew?