At the point when in endless lines to time thou grow'st

What's more, superior to thy stroke why swell'st thou at that point

What's more, superior to thy stroke why swell'st thou at that point

Fill the earth with peace no chaos no weapons no wars no pangs

At the point when in endless lines to time thou grow'st

Without having to conquer

Is purged of this humans this devout morn

But the tension was tearing me for my friend

Today in Japan tomorrow in Rome

All breathing human energy far above

Following day by an antiquated development or in Hawaii or Coast Ivory

The need of my care

The need of my care

A hive of honey bees

Thou still unravishd bride of quietness

Does it come as a surprise

Could outline thy dreadful symmetry

What's more, that one ability which is passing to stow away

tell that its stone carver properly the ones interests examine

Who will see