Those dreamy eyes conceal The ancient voices of centuries past- Behold his deep mysterious look From the very dawn of earth's creation, His hands the foundations shook. With pen held firmly in hand, Miraculous works he wrought For there isn't any possession Or monies in the world Wherewith his precious gift can be bought. Such joy and happiness it brings Whenever this majestic creature begins to write, Transforming darkness into obscure day And day into translucent night. From his head shines forth undaunted wisdom And the beauty of his heart is made manifest. And his voice will continue to speak For generations to come, Even after he has entered his long-awaited rest.