In Elysium
With faces all aglow
Radiant and warm
Upon our mossy bed

Bathing in the scented air
Of the cool West Wind
Our eyes thirstily imbibing
The sweet sweet pastoral scene

Our spirits are lifted
We have forgotten pain
And hurt and longing
They're a distant hazy memory

All that remains are beauty and grace
A new strength has surged
Dancing in our muscles and sinews
And the marrow of our bones

A lightness ascends
I hear the sound of joyous laughter
Effusive and unrestrained
And am astonished to find it is mine