My harvest is done, its promise is ended,
week and wartery sets my sun,
day and nights in one mist are blended
my harvest for u is done.
Long whilst running, how short we run,
time to eternity has now descended
timeles eternity as begun.

Was it the narrow way that I wended?
Snares and pits was it mine to shun?
The schythe has fallen, so long suspended,
My harvest, do I reap?