Far Bushes

Into the far bushes There's burning Yet while things Happen Thought is on the wing It helps to sing Though does not itself Sing. Bubbles of wrath Into the heavens Higher and higher To touch the clouds The fleecy clouds They target higher! The more they rise The more inspire. Eyes That float in the Ancient dark Eyes That love Old ancient things All musty Eyes Transfixed to Magic berries Not for the picking For they be stinging. Bring here the nightingale The owl and the pale Singing birds Bring them all here That with their song Together chorus They will make orchestra The Earth to hear Not thus to fear But like them be In peace and sincerity No, not thus to fear But hold them dear!