Climb my wings of fire, sweet thing
Say sweet thing, climb my wings of fire
We'll soar, as all creation sing
Burnished with colours of desire
Where light beams beckon us to chase
Where love in latitudes apace
Where life live on in climes surreal
Bright stars drenched in sparks and teal
Sweet thing, to thee, this, my appeal
Where energy churns in flooding streams
Where angels haunt, hark, misbehave
Where fantasy is real, as dreams
And God, gold mountain, in a cave
Say, sweet thing, will thou climb my wing?
And soar through beauty of everything
Where Love is and hate is not
Where Love is and hate forgot
Sweet thing you live here in my thought
Say, sweet thing, climb my burnished wing
To see strange climes, her sweet fledglings
To live aside immortal flame
Which know not creed, religion, name
At once to live and immortal be
That's heaven - is rosy revelry
Time pass not - is still - and yet within
Her elements: incessant motion
Say, sweet thing, will thou join this gay commotion?
The land of light is pure devotion
And hear! Her music merry, knell
Pure, and deep, and rare, as ocean
Know not depths of dirge of hell
All past, all present, all as one
All it dreamt in God's fair head
One cosmos unite under sun
Knows not fear of mortal dread
Say, sweet thing, on these wings be led.