Brook Farm

Here we stand at Brook Farm,
Within and without,
A deep blue sky in reflective placidity,
With green, wavy green, edging along Walden,
Like a soul, in a sequestered home.

And my noble friends,
Standing on the giants' shoulders,
Seeing far, far, far, to a distant horizon,
To that which too few have glimpsed,
That mystic shaman's vision,
Disobedience of the patriots lips.

O my insanity has outgrown my genius,
Has this lantern been here all night?
Casting shadows and light,
Over this perplexing dyslectic sight.

No roads can connect our fleeting lives
Books burnt in our young man's mind
Its their fault I say, Its their fault I say!
As well as yours and mine,
This sinister web of enchanted fright.

What is a dollar in your wallet,
Compared to a man's life?
What is living,
Without both suffering and delight?

So here on Brook Farm,
I embrace my last friends.
Here on Brook Farm,
I embrace the end of my own.
Here on Brook Farm,
I found the diamonds lost in sand.

Now the lions are coming,
And the Queen won't wait,
First foot forward,
Through the open gate.