In the isles of a gutter In the dim-lit graveyard of a church A man must walk forever With a beggars bowl in hand And succumb to all the weather A man can understand.
The eyes of dawn will make my bed In the river of some dream, Where half forgotten limbs will rise Like vapours on the breeze; But who will walk or lean on me Lean against this idle frame?
Mayfly if ever an angel be It was you and me Pirouetting in the air so free Above a cobweb lea If ever a child had azure blue wings As blue as a periwinkle sky
A soft temperance smile brakes From the bars of the raging sea; Where wave on salt corrosive wave Once purged loves sweetest melody. But age and faith are truer friends
