Purple And Gold - Enam

Twas a dream of a God

And the mould of his hand

That you shook 'neath his Stroke

That you trembled and broke

To this beautiful land

Here He loosed from His hold

A brown tumult of wings

Till the wind on the sea

Bore the strange melody

Of an island that sings

He made you all fear

You in purple and gold

You in silver and green

Till no eye that has seen

Without love can behold

I have left you behind

In the path of the past

With the white breath of flowers

With the best of God’s hours

I have left you at last