I will write the poem of poems br I will sing the song of songs br I will dance the dance of dances br I will play the sound of sounds br But sounds are never half so fair br As when whole music turns to pure air br And the universe dies of excellence. br br Poem, song, dance and sound br Fall from their heavenly towers. br Joys walk no longer down the blue world's shore. br All fear another wind, another thunder: br Then one more voice br Snuffs all I feel in one gust. br br And I go forth with no more wine and no more stars br And no more poems and no more sounds br And no perfumes and no senses: br While God sings by himself in acres of night br And walls fall down, br And I am free.