I want to steal away To Bermuda, When the sea is calm, Like Miranda, See a brave new world And not be lost Without touch, here now, Nearest to you, The gulls they travel far, With they I will go, Fly beyond the outer isles, Sail over seas, I do not like being dizzy, Clumsy tongued Nor looking up to eyes That sun tease To tears of rain I shed, On white sands That true stretch faraways Yet bring me back My breath is exhausted Each hour is heavy Your raven hair on beach Of Skye, the white And the black thick strands Are too much for me I must leave- us, one day, Steal away to the pink Sands of coral fair Bermuda And be as Miranda And so, with peace I will be In a brave new world.