The swept and heavy roll of sea rapture,

The long combs of fear height majestic,

On the crest of the hanging land,

On the tide-long shelves of liquid time,

Part, waves, create the cold visions

Of the northern break,

The forbidden city of strike and

     rippled aerial,

The high forms ever after separated

From the flow of mortal worlds,

Held in a deep western unchanging,

A moment caught in twilight severance,

In a jewelled and aqueous reverie,

The smooth-winged boundary where

Tide meets circled infinity,

Creating the spiral confines of

     a whole eternal being.

Long-ridged infinities, climbing the depth

     darkness,

The superficial shape of boundary between

     form and nothingness,

Rough sculpture between the underworld and

     paradise,

Oracular passes, an ecstatic phrase over the

     blue firelight,

Over the reflections of a lunar forever,

The past's strange attractions are

Templed under vaults of drenched rhythm.