I'm happiest when most away
 I can bear soul from its home of clay
 On a windy night when the moon is bright
 And the eye can wander through worlds of light.

 The world was made of nothing then
 This made by nothing now again
 Mighty nothing unto thee,
 Nothing we owe all things that be.

 When I am not and none beside -
 Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky
 But only spirit wandering wide
 Through infinite immensity.

 The world was made of nothing then
 This made by nothing now again
 Mighty nothing unto thee,
 Nothing we owe all things that be.