Where reality is poetry and
Stars are arbiters, where gates of splendour
Open to admit the dawn, and golden
Pillars are the living earth’s foundation,
There I live, in silent exultation.

Though it thunder, mighty beings struggling,
Wresting blackened cloud to their desire,
Rainbows twine about me as I walk, and
Dew drips plashing from the leafy verdure,
Life is mine, in peaceful joyous revel.

I do breathe the wind’s caress, and every
Rock upholds the footsteps of my journeys.
Eagles soar, my heralds in the sky, for
With these eyes I saw her smile, and now I
Cannot help but see the world in glory.