The moon is up, the stars are bright. <br />the wind is fresh and free! <br />We're out to seek the gold tonight <br />across the silver sea! <br />The world is growing grey and old: <br />break out the sails again! <br />We're out to see a Realm of Gold <br />beyond the Spanish Main. <br /> <br />We're sick of all the cringing knees, <br />the courtly smiles and lies <br />God, let Thy singing channel breeze <br />lighten our hearts and eyes! <br />Let love no more be bought and sold <br />for earthly loss or gain; <br />We're out to seek an Age of Gold <br />beyond the Spanish Main. <br /> <br />Beyond the light of far Cathay, <br />beyond all mortal dreams, <br />Beyond the reach of night and day <br />Our El Dorado gleams, <br />Revealing - as the skies unfold - <br />A star without a stain, <br />The Glory of the Gates of Gold <br />beyond the Spanish Main.<br /><br />Alfred Noyes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-moon-is-up/
