My life was sweet as honey once
it was a sun-filled garden where
The roses blossomed as I passed
and seed hung thick upon the air

While trees from some enchanted realm
were laden with the golden peach
And every fruit was ripe but firm
and hanging just within my reach

With plumes of crispest ivory
on wings of silk. the swans all flew
But then the autumn brought her morning
mists of gauze and pearls of dew

The swans went south, and winter came
to turn the streams and lakes to glass
To **** the flowers with bitter frosts
and freeze each tiny thread of grass

The flowers would never bloom again
nor would the gold-beaked linnet sing
And so I chose my inner world
where I am God of Everything

No need to sit and weep or sigh
for any God from the Machine
'Tis I who writes the storyline
Who shines the light, who sets each scene

I am the Great All-Seeing Eye
Afloat above this painted stage
And here my actors mouthe each line
that I scrawl down upon the page

I've bent the Cosmos to my will
and there is only Summer now
The lakes are full of silken swans
and peaches hang on every bough.