Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool

Down through the weeks of ages

In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on, down through the industrial revolution

Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age

Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors

Rave on words on printed page



Rave on, you left us infinity

And well pressed pages torn to fade

Drive on with wild abandon

Uptempo, frenzied heels



Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass

Rave on fill the senses

On nature's bright green shady path



Rave on Omar Khayyam, Rave on Kahlil Gibran

Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh

The celebration will be held

We will partake the wine and break the Holy bread



Rave on let a man come out of Ireland

Rave on on Mr. Yeats,

Rave on down through the Holy Rosey Cross

Rave on down through theosophy, and the Golden Dawn

Rave on through the writing of A Vision

Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on, Rave on



Rave on John Donne, rave on thy Holy fool

Down through the weeks of ages

In the moss borne dark dank pools



Rave on, down though the industrial revolution

Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age

Rave on words on printed page



(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)