There is a thing I long to See,
That thing that few find knows to appease;
Can I say that there is something more
Than this thing I seek, except pure hope?
It is a light that's as fair as skin,
Yet sharp as Razor, it's edges gleam-
A sight that's true and can only be found
When light of day is lost, and Night is come
It's worth to see when held in hand,
But even more as a floating dawn
A pleasure to seek, a pleasure thawed,
How great it seems when considered aloud
I would if I would set it on the Mountain's peak
So that all could see it's glow in dark peak;
There is this thing I know will please
Those who imagine, those who are young,
those who are old and seek light's peace