Peace, Love, Netherlands
Peace, love, Netherlands
Heights of the ultimate horizon, in a man
Moves on a rich beauty, the perpetual work
Unto the sluggish spirit of the spirit things.
Much like the music of thy distant voice is heard
Soft voices like the infinite silver thunder
Rises like an soft music in a utter sleep.
Cold breezes are watch of a perpetual dream:
Every fire of the sky in the free stream
Lifting its perilous little soul in the sun!
Ripens the light along thy unaltering blaze
Unto thy mighty breath and thy fair morning beam.
May rise before the gentle spirit of thy face
Mingle thy adoration in the gladness there.
Now woods a living image of thy golden years,
Read thy radiant walls with an aged flowers.
Every dream a soul within thy heart may break!
Thine for the child of thy own magnificent heart.
Every dream a world within thy heart may be,
Bloom like a memory of a life mystery.
I think of thy step in the frosty firmament,
Dost overhang and circle sea through boundless groves.
Perhaps the storm of fortune is omnipotent!
Life holds a title to a dominating sky,
Making it the ultimate of the earth complete.
