O.K. then, I will stand up
And pour myself another cup
Of misty brew for me and you
such to-do is through and through

Peering through such sleep shut eyes
Alive with yearning, fantasize!
Is it daily is it death?
Is it love's sweet nectar breath?

Aloud aloud to sing; revealing
Crowd a cloud, well past the ceiling
Take my hand from duty, freeing
Sacred songs come into being

Thoughts all guided, even tide
And midnight hour oceanside
With streaks uneven moonlight glows
Reflecting off the statue's nose

Alarm as ringing waking thee
Arising you alifting me
Haven't we, Oh! haven't we?
So arm and arm we'll better be!