There's a thought and a feeling I have persued. 
It is as rich as the sun and just as golden,
tinged all around with this immistakable glow.
It cannot be said so succinctly as this,
every word pales, none can describe.

I know that I've seen it, and know when 
it's touched that space by the heart,
for when it has, the world is alive!

Sooner or later, its sister appears,
with countenance stern and features drear
but look in the eye of the monster grim, and
the feeling of wonder will ever live on.