Only a palace with interior doors   Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors   Two windows let free this projector machine   and the magical world here appears on the screen   My servants attend me with tricks of the senses   The past and the future and similar tenses   and on platters of air they convey me my measure   both gladness and sorrow, I lack not for treasure      The lord and his lady are seated within   In the court of the mind where the song does begin   The song is as fine is as fine is as follows   The song does continue through measureless hollows   that sink from the level of personal being   through caverns of darkness where dragons    are dwelling      The mountains above them are raised at my calling   Where the apples are ripe or the rain is a-falling      In ships of white vision I sail the horizon   where three spinners stand beyond the   horizon under the tree of the apples of beauty   I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows   The song is as fine is as fine as it follows      I stood on the beach where the moon was a-curling   Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling   I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me   I cried when sweet Saturn and Jupiter moved us   and all of my servants were fighting their brothers   And the lord and the lady they hated each other   Till the spinners arose with their work on their fingers   Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers   That spoke of the silence so soon to be coming   When all would be still in the wonderful palace   The peace is not stillness but peacefully changing   This hope is the hope of the man on the gallows   The song is as fine is as fine is as follows      The infant I was in the womb of my mother   White sperm I was in the loins of my father   Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere   Where the fish are as fine as the colour of colours   Where waves are the message of centuries rolling   Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator   Where no ship sails but only the ocean   Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing   And crowned with the gifts of the myriad valleys   Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming   Forever and ever and ever and ever be glad O be   Glad for the song has no ending.