Claps With Hands

Claps with your hands and sing! From the place, where I came! There are no songs, or anthem. Pass the seas, oh sailor! Like a spiral line, ascends in god's fire, From the mind’ house that never age! Then come holds me to thee, I who my eyes, lavished that day in imagination then summon from her memories: a song not a melody A man not a love Come oh vanquished Of all the love and all the wind Bring to me oh miserly from the mind's house': What you discovered in death, What you earned, And what you lost! It's time for me to write If (memory eye's) - slept! It's time when fanciful flowing like a light, Like a sudden downpour, Like the brook's sparkle from sunlight Or as the dream creates a paradise of images Come! I write eternity from things I learned, but I never taught her How to claps hands Where there are no songs, or anthem.