Purity, Passion, Poetry

My heart hath a vision seen,
And of that vision bids me sing,
Bids my mind and soul take wing
To follow it into endless green.
Purity, passion, poetry,
Endless visions my heart doth see,
But I cannot heed the call,
I cannot follow all
The visions born of purity.

My heart hath a singing heard,
And bids me follow night and day,
Lest the song should steal away,
That singing more sweet and strong than bird.
Purity, passion, poetry,
Endless visions my heart doth see,
Endless songs my hearth doth fashion,
But I cannot heed the call,
I cannot follow all
The visions born of wild passion.

My heart hath an emotion felt,
And bids me follow from behind bars
Down the tracks of cold immortal stars,
And on to shore and sea of Celt.
Purity, passion, poetry,
Endless visions my heart doth see,
Endless songs my heart doth fashion,
Endless emotions my heart doth free,
And I think I can heed the call,
I think I can follow them all,
The visions born of poetry.