O' change .

I forgave the world , when I saw her beautiful mystery was far too much to miss 
For my destruction of her palace was fury of my own device 
Her wild things show grace of truer nature , winged tunes sang lullabies on her Dewey boughs 
My sinister subsided as nights drew out , furnaces glowed in the dark fields , write of pain away .
O beautiful lush , mountains of the emerald gems , forgive the wicked I conjured of despair .
Love the Devine and the clouds , love the mother of the world .