Come away
Out chariot is drawn by doves
Of mother-of-pearl and ivory is our chariot
And the reins therefore are the heart-strings of men
Come away
Every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon
And every place on which we rest there shall be
A young universe rejoicing in it's strength
And we shall flee away
Comforted
Come away
The price of the journey is little
Though it's bane be d**h
And you shall die to all
That you fear
And hope
And hate
And love
And thing
And are