What I am, I (must) not show And what I am thou could (not know) Something betwixt heaven and hell Something (that) neither stood nor fell Far less happy, for we have And help nor hope beyond (the) grave And this is all that I can show And this is all that you may know A year there is a lifetime And a second but a day An older would will meet you Each morn' you come away The thunder's noise is delight And lightning makes us day by night And in the air we dance on high The loud music of the sky Neither substance quite, nor shadow Haunting lonely moor and meadow Dancing by the haunted spring And riding on the whirlwind's wing A year there is a lifetime And a second but a day An older would will meet you Each morn' you come away The thunder's noise is delight And lightning makes us day by night And in the air we dance on high The loud music of the sky