THE CELESTIAL CIRCUS
In Heaven, if not on earth,You and I will be dancing.I will whirl you over my head,A torch and a flag and a bird,A hawk that loves my shoulder,A dove with plumes outspread.We will whirl for God when the trumpetsSpeak the millennial word.We will howl in praise of God,Dervish and young cyclone.We will ride in the joy of GodOn circus horses white.Your feet will be white lightning,Your spangles white and regal,We will leap from the horses’ backsTo the cliffs of day and night.We will have our rest in the pits of sleepWhen the darkness heaps upon us,And buries us for æonsTill we rise like grass in the spring.We will come like dandelions,Like buttercups and crocuses,And all the winter of our sleepBut make us storm and sing.We will tumble like swift foamOn the wave-crests of old ghostland,And dance on the crafts of doom,And wrestle on the moon.And Saturn and his triple ringWill be our tinsel circus,Till all sad wraiths of yesterdayWith the stars rejoice and croon.O dancer, love undying,My soul, my swan, my eagle,The first of our million dancing yearsDawns, dawns soon.
In Heaven, if not on earth,You and I will be dancing.I will whirl you over my head,A torch and a flag and a bird,A hawk that loves my shoulder,A dove with plumes outspread.We will whirl for God when the trumpetsSpeak the millennial word.We will howl in praise of God,Dervish and young cyclone.We will ride in the joy of GodOn circus horses white.Your feet will be white lightning,Your spangles white and regal,We will leap from the horses’ backsTo the cliffs of day and night.We will have our rest in the pits of sleepWhen the darkness heaps upon us,And buries us for æonsTill we rise like grass in the spring.We will come like dandelions,Like buttercups and crocuses,And all the winter of our sleepBut make us storm and sing.We will tumble like swift foamOn the wave-crests of old ghostland,And dance on the crafts of doom,And wrestle on the moon.And Saturn and his triple ringWill be our tinsel circus,Till all sad wraiths of yesterdayWith the stars rejoice and croon.O dancer, love undying,My soul, my swan, my eagle,The first of our million dancing yearsDawns, dawns soon.
In Heaven, if not on earth,You and I will be dancing.I will whirl you over my head,A torch and a flag and a bird,A hawk that loves my shoulder,A dove with plumes outspread.We will whirl for God when the trumpetsSpeak the millennial word.
In Heaven, if not on earth,
You and I will be dancing.
I will whirl you over my head,
A torch and a flag and a bird,
A hawk that loves my shoulder,
A dove with plumes outspread.
We will whirl for God when the trumpets
Speak the millennial word.
We will howl in praise of God,Dervish and young cyclone.We will ride in the joy of GodOn circus horses white.Your feet will be white lightning,Your spangles white and regal,We will leap from the horses’ backsTo the cliffs of day and night.
We will howl in praise of God,
Dervish and young cyclone.
We will ride in the joy of God
On circus horses white.
Your feet will be white lightning,
Your spangles white and regal,
We will leap from the horses’ backs
To the cliffs of day and night.
We will have our rest in the pits of sleepWhen the darkness heaps upon us,And buries us for æonsTill we rise like grass in the spring.We will come like dandelions,Like buttercups and crocuses,And all the winter of our sleepBut make us storm and sing.
We will have our rest in the pits of sleep
When the darkness heaps upon us,
And buries us for æons
Till we rise like grass in the spring.
We will come like dandelions,
Like buttercups and crocuses,
And all the winter of our sleep
But make us storm and sing.
We will tumble like swift foamOn the wave-crests of old ghostland,And dance on the crafts of doom,And wrestle on the moon.And Saturn and his triple ringWill be our tinsel circus,Till all sad wraiths of yesterdayWith the stars rejoice and croon.
We will tumble like swift foam
On the wave-crests of old ghostland,
And dance on the crafts of doom,
And wrestle on the moon.
And Saturn and his triple ring
Will be our tinsel circus,
Till all sad wraiths of yesterday
With the stars rejoice and croon.
O dancer, love undying,My soul, my swan, my eagle,The first of our million dancing yearsDawns, dawns soon.
O dancer, love undying,
My soul, my swan, my eagle,
The first of our million dancing years
Dawns, dawns soon.