Peter, you are safe from doubt

And all me ever knew

Of dull defeat and clouded dream;

Death is not for you.

You have never come upon

Walls you could not climb,

You have never sung a word.

That you could not rime.

Doors that will, not open

Open wide for you.

You can make a thought an act,

A hundredth morning, new.

Men will never catch you, Peter,

Bind and make you tame,

But do not tell them whence you come,

Peter, nor your name.