ELSEWHERE

Let us away my child,
Away to Elsewhere.
There days are ever mild
And fields are ever fair.

The moon that shines on whom
There wanders happy and free
Hath woven its light and gloom
Of immortality.

Seeing things there is young,
Told tales sweet as untold,
There real dream-songs are sung
By lips we may behold.

Time there's a moment's bliss,
Life a being-slaked thirst,
Love like that in a kiss
When that kiss is the first.

We need no boat, my child,
But our hopes while still fair
No rowers but fancies wild.
O let me seek Elsewhere!