And Make Thy Cool Breeze Ease Their Hot Heaven.
The old sun stood on the lonely blue sea,
The waves blew gently on the mild, calm sea.
The heavenly shapes dazzled on the sea,
The rose sprout; as daffodils near the sea.
On the seashore of endless worlds blow cool...;
As the sea surges with laugher on it's blue,
Like the mystic danc'ng sea on crystal blue
water, racing the rising tide a-hue.
Beneath the lime tree, blows daffodils' heir;
The rose, blooming beneath the old tree's wear.
Blessed be thou Lord of Earth, and Heavens Heir-
That, thou of Nature's pleasing banquet share.
Boisterous is the wild restless river, like
winds on a river and deep torrent strike.
The sea of desire, of list'ning earth like
the high and low of heavens pedal-like.
Hear words when they speak, send words to heaven,
Say well; good of the sailing restless seven.
Tell to the heaven the hour is eleven
and make thy cool breeze ease their hot heaven.
"words from the innocent mind"