We dream of those unshackled days,
When moonbeams dance upon our feet,
And clouds like shelter midst the rain,
Where mountaintops and sky shall meet.
And frothing forth as crystal glass,
Flows forth the wind and sun and rain,
And loving life that now has passed,
As though forever lived again.
When all unnatural tendencies
Had not the world and kin disgraced,
For only in simplicities,
Can love and life embrace.
Then let this world be forged anew,
But let no fire fuel the flame,
If only joy and freedom knew,
That each is but the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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