Orpheus Sings

Canto 1: So when to sleep – where does my spirit go? To what far distant plains - what place explores? Its ghostly steps doth tread the liquid air To walk on ground more solid than this earth. My spirit brings me back – sometimes – a gift: A dream, a vision, or a prophecy To open up the future. Or the past. Revealing things that I could never know Nor yet perceive myself: even if I'd tried For twice one thousand years by mortal strength.