I feel a quiver upon the wind;

As if from some distant shore.

And now I sit, and try to think;

Where have I heard such things before?

A glittering jewel amongst the rocks;

Teases with lights of emerald gold.

Such a rare and precious gift;

From one that has gone before.

Sing! Sing!

Know that thou art King!

For upon this quiet midnight stone;

I wonder - who has e’r been here before?

The jewel, a stone, a glittering prize;

Many have seized the orb and many have died.

Hold it now, contemplate, upon this simple rhyme;

For I have been here before, and this jewel is mine.