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I’m not blaming the knowledge wallas. How could they not be blind, deaf and dumb
Bought up as they were on the big dividend doctrine of, Kingdom, here I come?

Knowledge was really a game the beloved invented
For us – a time-pass after our being fed and tented.

Time is the turn of the sea-tides, the pause between inbreath and outbreath,
The blowing and the staining of a new bubble in the bubble-shop of death.

Where now are all my former companions of sea travel
And endless arguments and songs that came out of a barrel?

Since virtue belongs to God, sin is the only means I have by which
To distinguish between myself and other bubbles in the ditch.

Without the error of your dreaming, O beautiful Dreamer,
I would never have needed, and found such a charming Redeemer.

The new kings strut across the old stage brandishing the same old rusty sword.
The new singers sing the same old songs urging, pleading the same old reward.

I am one who has become lost because he was found;
One who once was music and now is a small thin sound.

Oh, for that grand day of days when I leave the dark sea of illusion behind me
And stand on the shore gazing at the face of my Beloved till his beauty shall blind me.