Let us sleep while there‘s still time
Then we may find what‘s in the deep
Where down and dark the serpents wind
Around a line I cannot keep

And let us wonder through the day
Which words will play and which will ponder
´Til there will yonder come the May
When every play is torn asunder

Then let us seek the lady fair
Whose darkened hair flows down her cheek
And she may speak of things not there
Of things that were upon the peak

Then let us leave with higher hopes
Ride down the slopes of toil and grief
And disbelief the liars gropes
And tyrant‘s quotes of quick relief

And never glow at what might reach her
Or beseech what woe she hid
For I‘m a poet, not a preacher
Or a teacher that might know it

Just give me peace so I can cry
Bury the miles beneath a tree
While on the breeze the willows fly
And scenes rush by that stop to breathe

And while we sleep, let‘s take the time
To see what‘s mine beneath this heap
Some coffeehouse where poets rhyme
Where turrets climb and angels weep