Pass to thy Rendezvous of Light,

Pangless except for us —

Who slowly for the Mystery

Which thou hast leaped across!

Poet:

The Fingers of the Light

Tapped soft upon the Town

With "I am great and cannot wait

So therefore let me in."


"You're soon," the Town replied,

"My Faces are asleep —

But swear, and I will let you by,...

Poet:

Under the Light, yet under,

Under the Grass and the Dirt,

Under the Beetle's Cellar

Under the Clover's Root,


Further than Arm could stretch

Were it Giant long,

Further than Sunshine could
...

Poet: