Worlds Of Light

I'm happiest when most away

I can bear soul from its home of clay

On a windy night when the moon is bright

And the eye can wander through worlds of light.

The world was made of nothing then

This made by nothing now again

Mighty nothing unto thee,

Nothing we owe all things that be.

When I am not and none beside -

Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky

But only spirit wandering wide

Through infinite immensity.

The world was made of nothing then

This made by nothing now again

Mighty nothing unto thee,

Nothing we owe all things that be.