Rave on, John Donne

Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors
Rave on, John Donne, rave on thy holy fool

We will partake the wine and break the holy bread

And rave on, Mr.Yeats
Rave on, down though the industrial revolution
Down through the weeks of ages
Rave on down through theosophy and the golden dawn

In the moss borne dark dank pools

Oh, what sweet wine we drinkin'
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on Omar Khayyam, rave on Kahlil Gibran
And well pressed pages torn to fade
Empiricism, atomic and nuclear age
Rave on, you left us infinity
Drive on with wild abandon
Rave on, fill the senses

Empiricism and atomic and nuclear age
Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on down through thy holy Rosy Cross
Rave on down through the industrial revolution
Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Up tempo, frenzied heels
Rave on words on printed page
The celebration will be held

Rave on through the writing of a vision
On nature's bright green shady path