Excerpt from The Heavenly Dykes
Brushed by the Wings and the Winds of the heavenly ocean; Banking the billows of song, the azure floods of the air; Where sun-tides, ebbing With lingering motion, Wash thitherward pink-lidded cloud - Shells; there Rise the Heavenly Dykes, the Skyey dykes, The tree - dykes, leafy and fair.
Oh, brown - grey tree - trunks laid deep in the turf Of the low-lying, motherly Island of Earth! Above and above, I can hear, I can see Leaf upon leaf, uncurling, flung free At the fathomless port of a fathomless sea.
Spirit of Spring, Whose swift fingers flashing in gladness Builded the tree-dykes, thy secret is told: Fears lest the earth-heart be smitten With mad ness For the flash of the sun - surf, the flood-tides of gold. Yet see! Sweet Spirit, the little pale buds Are shyly clinging the brown branches to; See! The delicate chinks of the Skyey dykes Are letting the blue, blue sky - waters through.
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