The  opullant  fullness,
Of what I know yo be you.
Impregnates my  mind,
And I bear  the  new  born
Of  a fresh  summer  day.

Let  the  dusky  twilight  mutter  its'  final  prayer,
And  depart  to  the  realm  of  oblivion.
I  welcome  tomorrow,
and  taste  the  crimson  fusion
Of  a sunrise  exhilaration.

You  are  a substance  of  clearness,
The  thndering  stillness
That  is  the  pilot  of  my  ship.

As  Ulysses  I  flow
On  the  waters  of  my  foes,
The  enraged  gods
Whome  I  dared  to  vex.

As  long  as  you  guid  me
To  the  crumbling  lighthouse.
I shell  find  that  transperant  silver  trail,
It  projects  across  the  oscean  of  me.