Let your silence tell me of the numberless dreams that are you,
Let the drooping of your eyelids veil landscapes that are you,
I ask no more than that you should come into my dreams and be true
To the wider seas within me and my inner eternal da
Blossoms, blossoms, blossoms along the road of your going to spea
Eighteenth century gardens, so sad in the middle of our dreaming them now,
Are the way you are conscious of yourself on your eyelids, by your lips, through your chee
O the road to Nowhere all for us and we there and a new God this to allow!