Wide the world and deep the sky, Tomorrow is as yet - The Love that I have chosen Never have I met. Trembling the leaves as they fall from the tree - For fear that I ask of them
Up in the spacewheels over the sky, Into the light from the shadow; Who are they, wandering whither, and why, And who are those daring to follow? - - -"We are the riders of the sky,
The third great Eye which cannot close, That watched since time-tossed planets froze; Beneath whose gaze all Nature quakes; Within whose glance such splendour wakes: - - -That is I.
Far to the cities of the sun The hero's gone; Shining his sails on the salt sea. Always the wind calls after me, Ten long years beyond I see, Years that flee - I know not where he wanders.
Will the world be forever blue? Ask the children of the Earth As they waste the trees in the forest, As they cast their poison in the sea; As they part the clouds with their evil bombs
