String Lyre, Though A Poet Seer Be Sad

String lyre, though a Poet Seer be sad the cliffs hanging the sea crystalline and it reflected the glacier of beauty the blue glacier the blue angels are singing hear them! hear them! and rest your heart, your heavy heart my mother, my mother, life-blood that circulates in me gives me my breathing makes me the scientist, the dramatist, the philosopher, the thinker, the Poet Seer hear! hear my mother! hear my mother the winds that were loud at your command sub-conscious to please you obedient in their silence cease hear! hear mother! though beauty lurks in her high heavens where she prefers sojourn; yet in your case mother beauty trod barefoot the black earth barefoot, mother. string lyre, though a Poet Seer be sad the cliffs hanging the sea crystalline and it reflected the glacier of beauty the blue glacier