My heart jumps in sport, as to get to you
Chanting it's thunder, and echoes ensue
Of art, in rapport, a duet, our due
Panting in wonder that it shows us true
In hammering and stammering
Of our zealous love
Or paces sing, in ears a'ring
Just to tell us of
This leaping without legs
And reaping without plows
Made valid without vows
Our ballad without words
