Well painted well gargoyled with multiple floors 
 Two windows let free this projector machine 
 and the magical world here appears on the screen 
 My servants attend me with tricks of the senses 
 The past and the future and similar tenses 
 and on platters of air they convey me my measure 
 both gladness and sorrow, I lack not for treasure 
  
 The lord and his lady are seated within 
 In the court of the mind where the song does begin 
 The song is as fine is as fine is as follows 
 The song does continue through measureless hollows 
 that sink from the level of personal being 
 through caverns of darkness where dragons 
 are dwelling 
  
 The mountains above them are raised at my calling 
 Where the apples are ripe or the rain is a-falling 
  
 In ships of white vision I sail the horizon 
 where three spinners stand beyond the 
 horizon under the tree of the apples of beauty 
 I watch them arranging my days and tomorrows 
 The song is as fine is as fine as it follows 
  
 I stood on the beach where the moon was a-curling 
 Laughed on the wings of the sea birds calling 
 I loved when sweet Venus a lover did bring me 
 I cried when sweet Saturn and Jupiter moved us 
 and all of my servants were fighting their brothers 
 And the lord and the lady they hated each other 
 Till the spinners arose with their work on their fingers 
 Commanding the presence of Heavenly singers 
 That spoke of the silence so soon to be coming 
 When all would be still in the wonderful palace 
 The peace is not stillness but peacefully changing 
 This hope is the hope of the man on the gallows 
 The song is as fine is as fine is as follows 
  
 The infant I was in the womb of my mother 
 White sperm I was in the loins of my father 
 Before that I swam in the oceans of nowhere 
 Where the fish are as fine as the colour of colours 
 Where waves are the message of centuries rolling 
 Where wind is the breath of the Holy Creator 
 Where no ship sails but only the ocean 
 Where all the rivers grow mighty with showing 
 And crowned with the gifts of the myriad valleys 
 Return with a sigh to the sea of the coming 
 Forever and ever and ever and ever be glad O be 
 Glad for the song has no ending