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, atomic and nuclear age.
Rave on down through time and space down through the corridors, rave on, words on printed page.
Rave on, you left us infinity and well pressed pages torn to fade.
Drive on with wild abandon, up-tempo, frenzied heels.
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.
Rave on, let a man come out of Ireland. Rave on, Mr. Yeats.
Rave on down through the 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, 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, atomic and nuclear age.
Rave on, words on printed page…

Idea from Mute Troubadour