Wind among the Reeds — The Poet Pleads with the Elemental Powers
| The Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows |
| Have pulled the Immortal Rose; |
| And though
the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept, |
| The Polar Dragon slept, |
| His heavy rings uncoiled from
glimmering deep to deep: |
| When will he wake from sleep? |
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| Great Powers of falling wave and wind and
windy fire, |
| With your harmonious choir |
| Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, |
| That my old care
may cease; |
| Unfold your flaming wings and cover out of sight |
| The nets of day and night. |
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| Dim Powers of
drowsy thought, let her no longer be |
| Like the pale cup of the sea, |
| When winds have gathered and sun
and moon burned dim |
| Above its cloudy rim; |
| But let a gentle silence wrought with music flow |
| Whither her
footsteps go. |