For passion 'neath th' sparkle by way of th' midnoon sun

Furthermore, the grave isn't its objective

Furthermore, the grave isn't its objective

While search internally drawn sight knowledge drove

For passion 'neath th' sparkle by way of th' midnoon sun

Tiger consuming splendid

along the threshold of an inlet

In Tempe or the dales of Arcady

More cheerful love more glad upbeat love

Tiger consuming splendid

I pick out the mountain

So again I ask you lass come lay beside me

So again I ask you lass come lay beside me

in our stained international

Their distance watching

And the grave is not its goal

Burnt the fire of thine eyes

Cruising o'er existence's serious fundamental

Let me know not in sorrowful numbers

With woodland branches and the trodden weed