I'm happiest when most away
I can bear my soul from it's 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