What I am, I (must) not show
And what I am thou could (not know)
Something betwixt heaven and hell
Something (that) neither stood nor fell

Far less happy, for we have
And help nor hope beyond (the) grave
And this is all that I can show
And this is all that you may know

A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
An older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away

The thunder's noise is delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
The loud music of the sky

Neither substance quite, nor shadow
Haunting lonely moor and meadow
Dancing by the haunted spring
And riding on the whirlwind's wing

A year there is a lifetime
And a second but a day
An older would will meet you
Each morn' you come away

The thunder's noise is delight
And lightning makes us day by night
And in the air we dance on high
The loud music of the sky