Such a mysterious Song.Go EastOf Your Dreaming PondLet Peaceand SilenceSpin Your YarnWhat Harm can befall TheeIn Yon Wilderness of CloveGo OnEast of Ginger TreesGo Soft and SilentLike the BreezeWith easeBe off and wanderIn Yon Wilderness of CloveGo On Past the Golden LodgeWhere fools and Angels lose their ArtAnd Gods of our Ancestors Did immerse themselves in Clove