I Heard The Nightingale Sing

And Then And Then In the deep midnight I heard the nightingale sing Then stop as she Saw me. Then a chorus of goblins, of Hedgehogs, clams from sea, Toads, insects began to sing Round Round Turned the bacchanalian wine With ivied heads of green: And on their tiptoes nymphs danced daintily And then heard I The speech of the wise-owl She thought I understood not But ah! A Poet Seer and philosopher I understood. I heard. I went to home and wrote. That was philosophy, new thought. Ideas all the Earth needs Not the object-things, materially. Then a chorus of goblins, of Hedgehogs, clams from sea, Toads, insects began to sing Round Round Turned the bacchanalian wine With ivied heads of green: And on their tiptoes nymphs danced daintily Shone the moon that night Her orbs on the Ocean seas And immense liquid reigns That girdle Mother Earth Before the dawn In to the deep of night Far, far away From the ledges of Earth From towns that sleep and Dream not beauty but Sub-conscious wrath As the Inner Soul to clean herself And mend the wounds of faded day Attempts. Then a chorus of goblins, of Hedgehogs, clams from sea, Toads, insects began to sing Round Round Turned the bacchanalian wine With ivied heads of green: And on their tiptoes nymphs danced all daintily there was a man human he wandered through the streets some papers in hand a pen of ink he glared he stared as yet he did not sing. The time must come at last Murmured this man The time must come I sing But more vital than that That all that on Earth be Remembered always be And all Not just the few When Hand to hand The people joined Shoulder to shoulder They march Under the Tree of Liberty Where human rights no restriction see Nor civil liberties any frowning know And Knowledge amongst All shared equally And Genius too: Genius for All, of All, in All. A new order of All A new civilization A new Immortality