What I am, I must not show
And what I am thou could (not know)
Something between heaven and [bad word] Something that neither stood nor fell
Far less happy, for we have
Help nor hope beyond the grave
And this is all that I can show
And this is all that you may know

year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
And an older would will meet you
Each morn' [bad word] away

The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky

Neither substance quite, nor shadow
Haunting lonely moor and meadow
Dancing by the haunted spring
Riding on the whirlwinds wing

year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
And an older would will meet you
Each morn' [bad word] away

The thunder's noise is our delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
To the loud music of the sky