The time is due and much is spent
To rise early morning by noise of the croaking cock
And hark! Again, the messenger is sent
To ring the castle clock
Fresh day in the children eyes to start destiny
Struggling as a shelter; on the shoulder of men
With usurious God of love to fill the lonely
At first I was a child, a lumber elf

Has no promoter but dance and sung to myself
Always found pointing to the problem but could not tell
Or out of the child’s mouth could not spell
The aged mother, Madam Helen
Held me firmly from fallen.
As I lay on her laps to take my strength from her breast
I saw the young birds in their mother’s nest

I was a traveler then upon the moor;
I saw the hare that raced with joy,
I heard the distant waters roar
Or heard them not; as a happy boy
I thought I was old but not with years
For my eye to turn red but not with pain
Nor turn red with tears.

I was a man no name
So I was a stranger on this land
With a gradual way to attain fame
And a lot of people like the shore
Now I can touch the skies
Or not depend on older on my eyes
A leading from God, a something given

Yet it befall that, in this lonely place