(no subject)
The soft grass path lay before me
To the place where Apollo's horses rest
And so on went I, Pilgrim
For many days through the fields of wheat and barley
I had no hunger, no thirst or desire to sleep
This plain, thus intoxicating
Laughter audible on a spiritual level
This the home of cherubs
And here stand I, Pilgrim
A figure of Guilt intruding the haunts of Innocence
To the place where Apollo's horses rest
And so on went I, Pilgrim
For many days through the fields of wheat and barley
I had no hunger, no thirst or desire to sleep
This plain, thus intoxicating
Laughter audible on a spiritual level
This the home of cherubs
And here stand I, Pilgrim
A figure of Guilt intruding the haunts of Innocence