The Loud Music Of The Sky

What I am, I must not show
 And what I am thou could (not know)
 Something betwixt heaven and hell
 Something that neither stood nor fell
 (Something that through thy wit or will
 May work thee good, may work thee ill)
 Far less happy, for we have
 And help nor hope beyond the grave
 (Man awakes to joy or sorrow
 Ours the sleep that knows no morrow)
 And this is all that I can show
 And this is all that you may know
 A year there is a lifetime
 And a second but a day
 An older would will meet you
 Each morn' you come away
 The thunder's noise is our delight
 And lightning makes us day by night
 And in the air we dance on high
 To the loud music of the sky
 Neither substance quite, nor shadow
 Haunting lonely moor and meadow
 Dancing by the haunted spring
 Riding on the whirlwinds wing
 A year there is a lifetime
 And a second but a day
 An older would will meet you
 Each morn' you come away
 The thunder's noise is our delight
 And lightning makes us day by night
 And in the air we dance on high
 To the loud music of the sky