What I am, I must not show
And what I am thou could (not know)
Something betwixt heaven and hell
Something that neither stood nor fell
(Something that through thy wit or will
May work thee good, may work thee ill)
Far less happy, for we have
And help nor hope beyond the grave
(Man awakes to joy or sorrow
Ours the sleep that knows no morrow)
And this is all that I can show
And this is all that you may know
A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
An older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away
The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky
Neither substance quite, nor shadow
Haunting lonely moor and meadow
Dancing by the haunted spring
Riding on the whirlwinds wing
A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
An older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away
The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky
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