Creakings By The Sea-Shore

Creakings by the sea-shore The dews be the stars Now! The cusp of heavens now An upturned bowl: To seek lore be imperative Though neither Cemetery no Grave be afar And the winds be not ceased, but hum As sweet vibrations in the underground Yes Hear such vibrations, Friend, for now Night's mantle coming draws Wisdom to approaching: And Though hammer-heavy the words fall Rises and rises up the Poet-Song! This we need for this our Heart throbs We live You and I my Friend And Drink this chalice cool be fore call of Dawn Time moves nigh Time moves high Now waits not!