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

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