A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

My purpose holds to sail beyond the sunset and the baths of all the Western stars until I die.

A daughter of the gods, divinely tall, And most divinely fair.

Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat, night, has flown Come into the garden, Maud, I am here at the gate alone: And the woodbine spices are wafted abroad, And the musk of the rose is blown. For a breeze of morning moves, And the planet of Love is on high, Beginning to faint in the light that she loves On a bed of daffodil sky.

Rain, rain, and sun! A rainbow in the sky!

What's up is faith, what's down is heresy.

Yonder cloud That rises upward always higher, And onward drags a laboring breast, And topples round the dreary west, A looming bastion fringed with fire.