Come away Out chariot is drawn by doves Of mother-of-pearl and ivory is our chariot And the reins therefore are the heart-strings of men Come away Every moment that we fly shall cover an aeon And every place on which we rest there shall be A young universe rejocing in it's strenght And we shall flee away Comforted Come away The price of the journey is little Though is's bane be death And you shall die to all That you fear And hope And hate And love And thing And are