Alas, ‘tis true I have been to the top,
Where colossal world vastly seems so small,
And the intricate ins and outs do pop
Out of majestic sky, me thinks, quite tall.
O, friendly wind bear me up a dancer;
With arms outstretch seeking affection,
As I leap upon the mist a prancer;
And heav’ns look on from ev’ry direction.
Most truly, I have sought thee out to guide
My path of solitude, bound among stars,
Where noble of sunlit eye hath flied;
So that mine life may taste freedom from wars.
Strong talons in arabesque outstretched,
To hold mine human hands when times are wretched.