Of all the things you ought to know

"So below as up above"

And Solomon he does not smile

Solomon, he does not love

If there be anything to know

"Suffer not, such foolish things"

Solomon he does not laugh

He does not dance, he does not sing

My soul it twists--impatient, of

The deepest gloom--obscurity

In most unwelcome company

Weary of all around me

Pieces of Elysium fall

From the adorned archway

Dulled, now, are the colours

Of Minos, Crete and Pompeii

Pallid, grey, incensed are these

In the hallowed waves of Aegis

Mycenae knew naught fouler

Than the bitter ugliness of this

Pallid, grey, incensed am I

Of fools, folly, senselessness

In spite of everything I try

I tread--beneath--its wretchedness

Of everything you'll ever know

"Don't believe what you don't see"

But lately it seems I was misled

By my own asperity

Lately it seems I've been possessed

Eyes so bright, and hands reach out

Seeing what I've yet to see

Believing everything I doubt

I do not know, what it is

Standing still, as the stones

In the crowd, or all alone

Far away, or close at home

I am possessed, by something beautiful

Love is pouring out of me

This passion won't, let me be

All my sight, is serenity

What on earth has become of me?

Music bursts from out my lungs

Songs unravel, though unsung

Entrapped sensations come undone

I do not know, what transpired

Legs spring up, begin to dance

In the rhythm, I am entranced

Melodies hopelessly romanced

Of all the things you ought to know

"Solomon, he does not smile"

But lately some precious thing has gripped me

And made this bitter man, a child

I still don't know, what it is

But I may just keep it for awhile