Rave on John Donne

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy holy fool

Down through the weeks of ages

In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on down through the Industrial Revolution

Empiricism, the atomic and nuclear age

Rave on down through time and space

Down through the corridors

Rave on words on printed page

Rave on you left us infinity

And well-pressed pages for to feed

Drive on with wild abandon

Up tempo frenzied hues

Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass

Rave on, fill the senses on nature's bright green shady path

Rave on Omar Khayyam, rave on Kahlil Gibran

Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh

The celebration will be held

We will partake the wine and break the holy bread[Verse 5]

Rave on let a man come out of Ireland

Rave on, Mr. Yeats

Rave on down through thy Holy Rosy Cross

Rave on down through theosophy and the Golden Dawn

Rave on through the writing of a vision

Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on

Rave on John Donne, rave on thy holy fool

Down through the weeks of ages

In the moss borne dark dank pools

Rave on down though the Industrial Revolution

Empiricism and the atomic and nuclear age

Rave on, on printed page