Through sight of hazy sunlight
in waters cool and green
Through visions sharp and firebright
came whispers of a dream

Smell of bitter scented air
whose fragrance changed so fast
A truth I knew but could not name,
a cold wind's icy blast

Through eternities of light
on silent mirror wings
Past the deathly quiet of night,
the tombs of ancient kings

In a silent oaken glade
a harpist sings my name
As men of power incant strange spells
to bind me to their way