So, before going that goes for ever.
So, before going that goes for ever;
The old star passes on, gazing heavenward,
The colourless rainbow peeks at our dream-
Where is the golden path, from furnace, we've flamed?
Twenty bridges from Tower; a gloomy gladness;
For we were young as time was old; a thief-
And the tide ran hundred miles of winged birds
as the age of the ice and mammoth herds.
The giant tiger were stalked as weak lizards-
Crawling with the trapped braver of slaves and kings.
The Negro wine; sweats, made their Briton beer;
And with axes and sword, we razed and ruled our land.
Now fades the glimmering ages of sight,
The cock whistles, the echoing mourn.
The mire swam in the sea of diamonds
like a bright light in a sea of darkness.
So, before a going that goes for ever,
Let at the rocky corner see our lowest stair;
One side of our whole; nook of grandeur days-
Before going and coming that goes on ever.
"words from the innocent mind"