Go back to Egypt and the Greeks
Where the Wizard understood
The Spectre haunted where man seeks
And spoke to ghosts that stood in blood
Go back, go back to the legend:
The soul remembers, and it's true:
What has been most and least imagined
No other, there is nothing new
The giant Phantom is ascending
Toward its coronation, gowned
With music unheard, but unending:
Follow the flower to the ground