What I am, I must not show And what I am thou could (not know) Something between heaven and hell Something that neither stood nor fell Far less happy, for we have Help nor hope beyond the grave And this is all that I can show And this is all that you may know
A year there is a lifetime And a second but a day And an older would will meet you Each morn' you come away
The thunder's noise is our delight And lightning makes us day by night And in the air we dance on high To the loud music of the sky
Neither substance quite, nor shadow Haunting lonely moor and meadow Dancing by the haunted spring Riding on the whirlwinds wing
A year there is a lifetime And a second but a day And an older would will meet you Each morn' you come away
The thunder's noise is our delight And lightning makes us day by night And in the air we dance on high To the loud music of the sky