White Shores of Beyond

Why do thee see the white shores?

Blessed though they be –

Why do they call thee hither?

Softly, sweetly…

Echoing from the ether

Where no living enter?

This music made

For thine ears alone –

This music, only dead and dying

Have known.

Why do thee see

Those blessed white shores?

Where no simple ship mores…

Now, I think, I know.