I'll hide my heart where the white stars burn
And the clean winds sweep the sky,
That none may seek it out or learn
of the dreams that whisper by.

For the great souls choose the lonely way,
And the fierce white light of the searching day
Lays the scars of the seared heart bare.

Oh, lone and stark the white way streams
Like the lash of the scourging rod;
But the stars are there,
and those whispering dreams
Aye, and the heart of God.

CYNANN