O you tender ones, walk now and then br into the breath that blows coldly past, br Upon your cheeks let it tremble and part; br behind you it will tremble together again. br br O you blessed ones, you who are whole, br you who seem the beginning of hearts, br bows for the arrows and arrows' targets-- br tear-bright, your lips more eternally smile. br br Don't be afraid to suffer; return br that heaviness to the earth's own weight; br heavy are the mountains, heavy the seas. br br Even the small trees you planted as children br have long since become too heavy; you could not br carry them now. But the winds...But the spaces....