I dream of a land bathed in the starlight,
In the blue, undying light
Of the time when everything was young,
When the echoes of creation were a vivid tune
And the heart of the Universe serene.
I’m longing for the hopefulness of spring,
For the bright innocent colours of Eternity,
For the crystal music of the rivers flowing
Like liquid gleam in times of yore.
Now, out of a dark land, veiled in mist,
Only the stars can hear my cry of yearning,
The sighing breeze can carry it across the Sea
And bear back the blessed rain of memories.