On a Grey Thread/From the Top of the World
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From the Top of the World
Come to me at the top of the world,
O Mine, before the years spill
Our rare love into Time's cup
And give our will to Time's will.
O Mine, before the years spill
Our rare love into Time's cup
And give our will to Time's will.
My wide basin is full of starlight,
My moon is lighted with new fire,
I have lit every sun in the firmament
With the hurting flame of my desire.
My moon is lighted with new fire,
I have lit every sun in the firmament
With the hurting flame of my desire.
The worms there in the valley
Die—to forget death!
But here at the top of the world
I laugh under my breath.
Die—to forget death!
But here at the top of the world
I laugh under my breath.
There is pain here, and tears,
Bitter, terrible tears;
But the joys have warm mouths, and madness
Dances downwards with the years.
Bitter, terrible tears;
But the joys have warm mouths, and madness
Dances downwards with the years.
Come to me at the top of the world,
O Mine. The valley is deep,
The valley is full of the dying,
And with those that sleep.
O Mine. The valley is deep,
The valley is full of the dying,
And with those that sleep.
But here wonderful winds blow
And the pines sing one song.
Come to me at the top of the world,
Come soon. I have waited too long.
And the pines sing one song.
Come to me at the top of the world,
Come soon. I have waited too long.