 | Tiresias |  |
“Once on a day,
Upon the ledge of rock that overhangs
Where one huge torrent thrills the mountaincleft,
I lay and listened to the constant roar
Of leaves and water musically mixed,
And heard high voices of the earth and air,
Discourse of stars, and whisper of the force
That vomits blocks of fire, or by a smile
Clusters the primroses to living light.
Rapt thus lay I and wondered.
Upon the ledge of rock that overhangs
Where one huge torrent thrills the mountaincleft,
I lay and listened to the constant roar
Of leaves and water musically mixed,
And heard high voices of the earth and air,
Discourse of stars, and whisper of the force
That vomits blocks of fire, or by a smile
Clusters the primroses to living light.
Rapt thus lay I and wondered.
| Tiresias | |