Rave On, John Donne

[Verse 1]
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on down through the Industrial Revolution
Empiricism, the atomic and nuclear age

[Verse 2]
Rave on down through time and space
Down through the corridors
Rave on words on printed page

[Verse 3]
Rave on you left us infinity
And well-pressed pages for to feed
Drive on with wild abandon
Up tempo frenzied hues

[Verse 4]
Rave on, Walt Whitman, nose down in wet grass
Rave on, fill the senses on nature's bright green shady path
Rave on Omar Khayyam, rave on Kahlil Gibran
Oh, what sweet wine we drinketh
The celebration will be held
We will partake the wine and break the holy bread

[Verse 5]
Rave on let a man come out of Ireland
Rave on, Mr. Yeats
Rave on down through thy Holy Rosy Cross
Rave on down through theosophy and the Golden Dawn
Rave on through the writing of a vision
Rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on, rave on

[Verse 6]
Rave on John Donne, rave on thy holy fool
Down through the weeks of ages
In the moss borne dark dank pools
Rave on down though the Industrial Revolution
Empiricism and the atomic and nuclear age
Rave on, on printed page