THE COMET OF PROPHECY
I had hold of the comet’s maneA-clinging like grim death.I passed the dearest star of all,The one with violet breath:The blue-gold-silver Venus star,And almost lost my hold....Again I ride the chaos-tide,Again the winds are cold.I look ahead, I look above,I look on either hand.I cannot sight the fields I seek,The holy No-Man’s-Land.And yet my heart is full of faith.My comet splits the gloom,His red mane slaps across my face,His eyes like bonfires loom.My comet smells the far off grassOf valleys richly green.My comet sights strange continentsMy sad eyes have not seen,We gallop through the whirling mist.My good steed cannot fail.And we shall reach that flowery shore,And wisdom’s mountain scale.And I shall find my wizard cloakBeneath that alien skyAnd touching black soil to my lipsBegin to prophesy.While chaos sleet and chaos rainBeat on an Indian DrumThere in tomorrow’s moon I standAnd speak the age to come.
I had hold of the comet’s maneA-clinging like grim death.I passed the dearest star of all,The one with violet breath:The blue-gold-silver Venus star,And almost lost my hold....Again I ride the chaos-tide,Again the winds are cold.I look ahead, I look above,I look on either hand.I cannot sight the fields I seek,The holy No-Man’s-Land.And yet my heart is full of faith.My comet splits the gloom,His red mane slaps across my face,His eyes like bonfires loom.My comet smells the far off grassOf valleys richly green.My comet sights strange continentsMy sad eyes have not seen,We gallop through the whirling mist.My good steed cannot fail.And we shall reach that flowery shore,And wisdom’s mountain scale.And I shall find my wizard cloakBeneath that alien skyAnd touching black soil to my lipsBegin to prophesy.While chaos sleet and chaos rainBeat on an Indian DrumThere in tomorrow’s moon I standAnd speak the age to come.
I had hold of the comet’s maneA-clinging like grim death.I passed the dearest star of all,The one with violet breath:The blue-gold-silver Venus star,And almost lost my hold....Again I ride the chaos-tide,Again the winds are cold.
I had hold of the comet’s mane
A-clinging like grim death.
I passed the dearest star of all,
The one with violet breath:
The blue-gold-silver Venus star,
And almost lost my hold....
Again I ride the chaos-tide,
Again the winds are cold.
I look ahead, I look above,I look on either hand.I cannot sight the fields I seek,The holy No-Man’s-Land.And yet my heart is full of faith.My comet splits the gloom,His red mane slaps across my face,His eyes like bonfires loom.
I look ahead, I look above,
I look on either hand.
I cannot sight the fields I seek,
The holy No-Man’s-Land.
And yet my heart is full of faith.
My comet splits the gloom,
His red mane slaps across my face,
His eyes like bonfires loom.
My comet smells the far off grassOf valleys richly green.My comet sights strange continentsMy sad eyes have not seen,We gallop through the whirling mist.My good steed cannot fail.And we shall reach that flowery shore,And wisdom’s mountain scale.
My comet smells the far off grass
Of valleys richly green.
My comet sights strange continents
My sad eyes have not seen,
We gallop through the whirling mist.
My good steed cannot fail.
And we shall reach that flowery shore,
And wisdom’s mountain scale.
And I shall find my wizard cloakBeneath that alien skyAnd touching black soil to my lipsBegin to prophesy.While chaos sleet and chaos rainBeat on an Indian DrumThere in tomorrow’s moon I standAnd speak the age to come.
And I shall find my wizard cloak
Beneath that alien sky
And touching black soil to my lips
Begin to prophesy.
While chaos sleet and chaos rain
Beat on an Indian Drum
There in tomorrow’s moon I stand
And speak the age to come.