I’m happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from its home of clay
On a windy night when the moon is bright
And the eye can wander through worlds of light
The world was made of nothing then
'Tis made by nothing now again
Mighty Nothing! unto thee
Nothing we owe all things that be
When I am not and none beside —
Nor earth nor sea nor cloudless sky
But only spirit wandering wide
Through infinite immensity
The world was made of nothing then
'Tis made by nothing now again
Mighty Nothing! unto thee
Nothing we owe all things that be