A deep bell that links the downs

Strip off the quivering fish;Hid in the mistThe winds whist,Is like my heart’s wish.What is your wish,Your heart’s wish?Is it for home on the hills?Strip off the fish,The silver fish,Caught by their rosy gills.How can I know,I love you so,Each little thought I getIs held so,It dies you know,Caught in your heart’s net.Tug at your…

The sea is bound with the heavensIn a large delight.Night comes out of the eastAnd rushes down on the sun;The emerald pools and the light poolsAre darkened and done.Our boat dips and cleaves onward,Careless of night or of light,Following the line of her compassBy her engines’ might.Through the desert of air and of water;Like the…

To take them as the dry earth takes the rain,As the dark wood the warm wind from the plain;Yet their own tears remain unshed,Their own tumultuous fears unsaid,And, seeming steadfast as the forest and the earthShaken are they with pain.They cry for voice as earth might cry for the seaOr the wood for consuming fire;Unanswered…

Stands a figure carved in stone,Where a fountain used to be.Two abraded, pleading handsHeld below a shapeless mouth,Human-like the fragment stands,Tortured by perpetual drouth.Once the form was drenched with spray,Deluged with the rainbow flushes;Surplus water dashed awayTo the lotus and the rushes.Time was clothed in rippling fashion,.Opulence of light and air,Beauty changing into passionEvery hour…

Hear the bellows belch and roar,Splashing light on roof and floor:From their nest the feathery sparksFly like little golden larks:Hear each forger’s taunting yell,Tell–tell–tell–tell–Tell us what we make, my master!Hear the tenor hammers sound,Ring-a-round, ring-a-round;Hear the treble hammers sing,Ding-a-ring, ding-a-ring;Hear the forger’s taunting yell,Tell–tell–tell–tell!Though the guess be right or wrongYou must wear it all life…

Whose symbols are a myriad more;They cluster round a carven stoneWhere she who sleeps is never aloneFor two hearts at the core,Bound with her heart make one of three,A trinity in unity,One sentient heart that grieves;And myriad dark-leaved memories keepVigil above the triune sleep,–Edged all with silver are the leaves.