Forging bridges, we walked hand in hand,
crossing fiords and streams, fully bared,
‘ere none before us had strength to stand,
and none affording of this ardency dared.
O’er the oceans, thru’ mountainous wave,
had we sailed, and wrought tides to turn,
and tho’ we had thought ourselves brave,
were but martyrs of youth, ne’er to learn.
Among vast golden lands had we to roam,
tho’ not once had wantonness been sated,
and only in our hearts, so far from home,
had our passions been so scarce weighted.
We were victims of a tumultuous purge,
youthful lust that e’er haunted our flesh,
but, we made e’en the mountains surge,
and left upon sky imprints of our breath.