Lone Paradise
Lone Paradise


I must have climbed the cliffs,
To a much higher land,
I had beheld eternity when;
On a thorn, I pricked my hand.
What a journey;
What a road to blissful paradise,
Leveling the rainbows
And making erudite men as wise.
All I could make,
Was the dimmest of glows;
And where the hillocks kneel,
I sighted below a cascade, a river that flows.
I then thought about a prick,
That such a bramble made;
All was an equal bargain
When it g
ot me to nature's braid.
I must have claimed my limits
To reach, what was before me now.
What were just silhouettes;
Seemed like bending before me to bow.
I must have gone alone,
In a nostalgic and pensive mood,
Observing the mindless sparrows
That then thought men were crude.
I must have seen much, of a possible future sight:
Where the Sun had long been set,
I stood covered on the same hillock
While my house under the rain got wet.