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