Comus
By Jeff Johnson with words from the masque by John Milton (1608 - 1674)
Spirit:
To the ocean now I fly,
And those happy climes that lie,
Where day never shuts his eye,
Up on the broad fields of the sky.
I can fly,
Or I can run,
Quickly to the green earth's end.
And from thence can soar as soon,
to the corners of the moon.
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