The Time Is Come

The time is come. The time is come To lay my magic wand To rise and take Off my gold crown The time is come. Ay! Ay! Now I Am enough honest For me comes The withered hand of Age The dark of Night Follows the reddening dusk And paints with black The azure eye-lids of the dreaming skies. The time is come. Already hear I The seething sea In one vast ocean surge coming and going And on the heights The light-house turns and turns Over the dark sea-waves it turns and turns. And in the soul The longing and the yearning now More, more than ever grow: The breezes turn and come Unceasing is their flow The insensate sub-conscious Switches its magic wand, turns on its switch The breezes turn and come And I I Dream restless with my open eyes No longer the dark night Will see my face be dark with sadness Nor fear pale my cheeks Nor ill or thought Will longer throb my heart: But now In the long night I sail voyage begun On the long rolling ocean and the breeze Fans continues my insensate dream. And travel I and yet still think me stopped.