Shall we find peace there,
Lost in the garden,
Where the river runs sweeter than the cold hard years?
Shall we find peace there,
Amerced in the meadow,
In the green hemlock umbels,
Tall and sad?
I saw you walking over seven mountains,
To the tree of knowledge dressed in white,
Your hands open with a heart full of laughter,
Your mind buzzing with an undying thirst.
O will you come down dear lady of darkness,
And drink in the silence of your lonesome son?
O will you come down child of virtues,
And dance in the open places beneath the moon?
I saw you smile cooler than the fresh Northern wind,
Where my words fall heavy on the threshold of love.
I saw you bathe in a lake of shadows,
And sing of death on the other side.
O what did you see my blue eyed stranger?
O what did you see child of the West,
On that foreign shore of no tomorrow,
In that kingdom of lies and sweet distress?
I crossed the bridge of hungry giants,
And traversed twelve waterfalls in a sinking ship.
I drank cheap wine from narrow glasses,
And wept blood tears to the gold horizon.
Are we at home here,
In the sable garden,
Where the earth is tender,
And the broad hills old.
Are we at rest here,
In the midnight vale,
Where our minds wander,
And our clean souls roam?
I saw you tame the wild distance,
And taste from black forbidden wells.
I saw you mock the garden’s father,
And cast on me the serpents’ spell.
Very nice. great stuff