After the dreaming is over
The mind’s pilgrimage done
The rough sails, the jolly flutters
The mountains, valleys, plains
Buoyantly overcame
Then arise you, dreamer, arise
For your slumber is ended.
Fasten your boot
Pick up the scythe, take your ***
Dance in the singing wind
Plough forth, back and forth again
In the morning sun, the afternoon heat
Don’t look about or ask of time
Plough
Until the sun faintly drowses
Then cling on to the creased coat
Dust your boot
And vanish into the darkness.
Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 5:10 AM UTC
After the dreaming is over
The mind’s pilgrimage done
The rough sails, the jolly flutters
The mountains, valleys, plains
Buoyantly overcame
Then arise you, dreamer, arise
For your slumber is ended.
Fasten your boot
Pick up the scythe, take your ***
Dance in the singing wind
Plough forth, back and forth again
In the morning sun, the afternoon heat
Don’t look about or ask of time
Plough
Until the sun faintly drowses
Then cling on to the creased coat
Dust your boot
And vanish into the darkness.
