how far have you gone, o star of the morning?
shine, gleam, glow honey-dewed and golden,
drip praise from the eaves of holy vaults,
sing holy holy holy,
sing heavenly father;
redeem me, o sky-lord,
o gatekeeper of the earth,
o glorious master of the sun and seas,
weave trances of hysterical laudations,
spin ethereal galaxies from silken souls,
drink, drink, drink,
drink nectar of silver servitude,
die, fall, scream,
land gracefully into redemption,
sleep lonely, wander lonely,
lonely, lonely, lonely in the land of plenty.