Let us away my child,
Away to Elsewher
There days are ever mild
And fields are ever fai
The moon that shines on whom
There wanders happy and free
Hath woven its light and gloom
Of immortalit
Seeing things there is young,
Told tales sweet as untold,
There real dream-songs are sung
By lips we may behol
Time there's a moment's bliss,
Life a being-slaked thirst,
Love like that in a kiss
When that kiss is the firs
We need no boat, my child,
But our hopes while still fair
No rowers but fancies wil
O let me seek Elsewhere!