I heard of a place That Time can't erase Of beauty and grace
You scoff at my card Guess I'm no Abelard "I don't know ..." just how far is Beulah
Would only to song weren't bucolic and wrong and shadow a long twilight Always to play and sleep through the day for music and night
Enough with these books Carrion and hooks Ill will and looks But to Beulah
To pull the forefront Health for starvation I've grown impatient For Beulah