Ode To Aidenn

The eternal search of the majestic Aidenn, by a poet.

O thou art that beauteous garden
Of the sublime majesty I foresee;
A saintly abode of radiant angels,
And birth of the virginal maidens.

Thy divinity and thy sanctuary
Exuding onto those immortals
Of ethereal miens of true bliss,
As their refulgent pinions soar.

The trumpets of magnificence
Sound o'er gates of labyrinths
Of the free spirits roaming nigh,
The bosom of the teeming rivers.

I shall stroll in the colourful valley 
Of pleasant waterfalls and groves,
By the gushing fountains perfum'd, 
In camphors and goblets of wines.

I shall be serenad'd by the paean
Of the glorious seraphim ashore,
And bath'd in the aromatic streams,
With that anointed Balm of Gilead.

Behold, the golden palace standing
Lofty with elegant pearls and rubies,
Along the side of the gentle voices,
Where I marvel and breathe Aidenn.

Quoth the muse...