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RaptureHail the welkin's evening gownAnd the diamonds up high I write my ode full of awe Under turning night skies See the touch of the divine On the canvas sublime See the stars meet their end As the new day ascends Into the bower of bosky vaults Upon the misty pathway To be draped by the moon And by its gloomy veil I hear a solemn serenade All my demons away Drink the wine of the dark And feel the light of the day Upon the shoulders of mountain high Upon the boulders of grey Covered by autumn clouds As the sights fade away Behold a silent majesty Standing lonely and proud In its marvel and its might In its misty shroud Winds and storms, lakes rivers and seas Sun and sky, land, forests and heaths Mark well what is said here As I'm filled with rapture I sail on raging waves Onto a distant shore Cross the vast seven seas I feel peace in the storms Fear the darkness of the deep Ever present the void As alone as one can be I feel nothing but joy |