Like A Silver Snake It Glided

Like a silver snake it glided Yes That was my verse yesterday And so will I today. Through magic herbs and green It glided Silver yet to rainbow colors Chameleon-like changing sheen Like a silver snake it glided Yes That was my verse yesterday And so will I today. In the deserted hall went I And with me my harp carried Sate I There of a sudden strung By chance and probability My lyre And then my voice that had not spoken Long Then my voice sung And then my song that had not sung Long Then my song sung. Ring Rains that fall to-night The stars have hid themselves Mischievous elves! Behind the Laden clouds. And over the hill Fires intermittent lightning Loud. String The chords Poet-Seer of the sad heart And of the pining eyes: Your life is broken yet not The chords of your harp Your lyre: Sadness, desperation, all ill Revolves around you Presses As mill-stones press Yet still you breathe in misery. Sing Then Poet-Seer the heavens Are not against you. Loud heard I the Voice; it was A noble Voice and ancient And your breast heaved in Its miseries unfortunate. And From behind the hill Where lightning roared Hours, just hours The Dawn comes jubilant And it be day, new day. In the nitrous clouds I smelt the scent of grass That was not lead The color was of green And sweet the scent was The scent of grass: For Dawn had just been born And a new day, At last. Throughout the way I labored on the plain Harsh pointed rocks And often thorns and Prickly plants yet on And on and on I trudged: Fear by my side was And Desperation to my other side In to my ear whispered small So On and on and on Trudged And trudged I. I wrote on the old rocks That had been long of Old geology when The earth with dinosaurs Teemed: Humans were not: As yet As yet In to the asylum of the brain I built a niche as fast As beautiful as secure As a cell, as a room small And demure: And in that universe I placed The mass universe. The whole mass universe. Lake That as a mirror in the lights That as a twilight reflect Change From minute to minute Second to second At will In the mild winter chill Tell me Tell me What be in you What tales you hold And then When you come whispering Into my eager hearing Then Let your words fall as hard rocks That their old beauty will Noble emerge. Ancient pilgrims of the nobility That fades, Fades slowly In to the glooms of the night After Each sweet red dusk And blinding twilight Calm Serene Where sirens on the rock do chant And sing the lay of love lost Of vessels on green tempests tossed Tale after tale in words silvery: Whilst the glad moon arrives And from the benighted sky Bewitched it smile. Ancient pilgrims of the nobility That fades, Fades slowly In to the glooms of the night Verse and song That starts with flow As the wide Amazon flows In its wide mouth: Yet Suddenly it narrows Verse and song Still sweet The harp, the lyre sings And Fast and wild And made The fingers of Poet Seer On the yielding lyre sing: Verse and song That starts with flow As the wide Amazon flows In its wide mouth: Wave after wave The seas ride through the glooms Of yet another night: And In that mid-sea screams And yells of fear And desperation arrive: For there No human hears No human be. Let beauty form a web Let beauty form a sky Let beauty as dusk pine Let beauty brim as wine Let beauty foam as ale Let beauty turn all pale Let beauty fall all still And mute at touch of chill Let beauty speak a Voice In the high heavens rise Be a Poet Seer’s great prize: Let beauty drink the air From gardens and fields fair Let beauty scent as green In the dusk red pining sheen Let beauty decrease age Yet leave us wise and sage: Let beauty flow with seed Of life and more life breed Let beauty show her wonder And surprise all as thunder Let beauty ride the sea The Oceans wide and free Let beauty roll on shores As waves and boats on oars Let beauty poor be And shine more in her misery: Let beauty open her heart And you will see her art Let beauty talk and think In fear you will not sink Nor ruled by desperation But these transform to inspiration Let beauty be seasons, earth, skies And all that with herself vies And see that this reaching Your verse you end with singing. Hard the words As a hammer: The forge of verse Is burning Yet Yet Hard the words Fall As a hammer falls. If words fall hard in verse then beauty reigns And then let words come out hard From the ever-heating forge of the heart. This mode verse will not need much Art Nor need to study rules or follow them For all comes from the heart. And for her tiara beauty will choose Her hard, hard words; her senses lose In the sweet honeyed words that fall as hard. There There Evolution goes: there The modern style That was most recent lies Lies panting in its throes: And Evolution grows And verse and song Do grow: There There Evolution goes. Out, out in to the starry skies And in to the studded woods Woods studded with night dews That shine Each by each as a new star. See, see long is the night And far, too far, Of the new Dawn the sight And of her handmaidens The smiling light. Together huddled we In hiding from fear and misery In to an eastern cave Unknown And mute and still and hid: We, all of us, all humanity. And in the old and ancient nights Shrouds and ghosts and shadows Will walk the tree studded woods So will they to-night In the vast studded star light. And in the coming months and years With magic wand willed I That flowers with the stars Girdle the noble and night sky: And Dawn with twilight color rise Albeit her youth as ancient as be wise. The night dews will carry a brine A small percentage Potent yet, potent to full, That in its potency magic be And to mists will transform That go Around the studded woods that Paler grow In to the light of stars that slow Smile on our troubled earth till Each now morrow. Let this be, let this be, With Voice of Poet Seer I Command, my lyre string To adorn and sing My command with verse sweet And song and music full to meet. Count of the wood, old oak That by a coppice of firs Surrounded be Show, show this starry night The art and wonder of beauty But more More than all her open heart. Verse rise as mist and round The dreamy eyes of the wise Owl abound: Turn round and round The dreamy owl and wise Without disturbing sound. And then the scenes of the play As with the hours of the night They too one by one, one After one advance; in sight Looms sad yet sweet The end of scenes. Out, out in to the starry skies And in to the studded woods Woods studded with night dews That shine Each by each as a new star. Echoes that bound and Rebound Echoes of magic sound Echoes this night Echoes of starry light, Night dews And mists that rise: Echoes that old Earth heal Echoes that beauty steal From the sweet moon That smiles; Echoes that the hours count One after one till on the hill The early wonder of the Dawn will mount. In February Dark, hidden, dagger, cloak, February be dark, I fear, I fear Yet Yet another month and more Will soon appear. How How people move in the streets To-day And how they dress in Sunday: In working days more modest These people dress Yet are beautiful no less.