BEYOND the realms of dreamless sleep
And the brink of steep decline,
I'll pierce the gloom of eternal mists
and rend the veil of time.
To be reborn in shafts of light
Which gild the fairest dawn,
And live and thrive in foaming brine,
And winds which ride the storm,
And in the gulls' cry, wild and sweet,
Shall I rejoice again
And in the helm that steers the bows
Outside life's troubled main
And there in raven's wings of jet
And the skylark's mirth I'll be
And in the rambling rose who quests
For nought but to be free.
And in magenta sunset's flame
With will of steel I'll lie,
There to rest, but never to sleep,
For love won't let me die.
Submitted by Gillian Walsh, Hawnby.BEYOND the realms of dreamless sleep
And the brink of steep decline,
I'll pierce the gloom of eternal mists
and rend the veil of time.
To be reborn in shafts of light
Which gild the fairest dawn,
And live and thrive in foaming brine,
And winds which ride the storm,
And in the gulls' cry, wild and sweet,
Shall I rejoice again
And in the helm that steers the bows
Outside life's troubled main
And there in raven's wings of jet
And the skylark's mirth I'll be
And in the rambling rose who quests
For nought but to be free.
And in magenta sunset's flame
With will of steel I'll lie,
There to rest, but never to sleep,
For love won't let me die.
Updated: 12:35 Wednesday, April 14, 2004
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