Silverwise

When you tire of this world as it is,
When you grow weary of Time as it flies,
Then turn to the paths in the trees;
Turn to the paths, and walk silverwise.

Go towards the moon, the stars, and the dawn.
Go towards the places where your sweet eyes
Are weary of nothing, for nothing is gone.
Turn to the moon, and walk silverwise.

Go towards the place where nothing fades;
Go towards the places where nothing dies.
When you tire of the fleeting shadows of shades,
Turn to the stars, and walk silverwise.

Go towards the places where still morning light
On the grass like immortality forever lies.
When the world is lost in a fleeting mortal night,
Turn to the dawn, and walk silverwise.

Silverwise there is the peace of the moon;
Silverwise there no star stirs, no shadow flies.
Silverwise the dawn is enough to make one swoon;
Turn to the silver paths, and walk silverwise.