Up The Cliffs

Of chill gases up the cliffs Here Place of sea scratching Below An The rocks thrill and Thrill With a magic, magic will. In wise old and Ancient times Here came Ancient knights with paramours Whilst an island small Withered in the dark and mists Growing dark Deepening mists. So I give you to me Give If you work the formulae Round these Principles The Mind Brain has to heat On Vast empire of machines Go and come And Come and go. These hard rock plains These farmhouses These sounds growling Though no dogs or other: Here There Fleeting with velocity Naked ghosts cross the wide plain. Fleet as lightning Come Fleet as lightning Go Ah! those times were so Long ago And yet these times be so Now Now …. Hist! I hear Zephyr come…