Spirit White

Down the Rhine glides A Spirit white. The groves scent magic On each side. The river banks all curious Watched and looked All ears were the trees and Plants and animals. But spoke not that Spirit White. Though down the Rhine they Saw it glide At times over the waters walk At others by the fringe of the Germanic shores. Ah! life goes on like that – it Glides and glides. And this Spirit spoke not word but With sovereign mien it walked. Yet all felt thrilled from tree to animal And the waters of the gurgling Rhine. There was no Voice, only glide after Glide; and gliding only just a Spirit white.