Down
and
down

to a sunless delight, a
dome on waves

beneath
believing.

And in the caves
a savage beware of
symphony and song

deep
romantic
chasm
down
and
down

beneath.

And sea.
Ocean.
And sea,

huge fragments,

lifeless.

Drunk on
the milk of hills

O

O so drunk
now that sunny dome

O
cean

of sinuous rills.

Fertile ground
girdled round

with its poetic
decree:

to such a deep
I revive to
poesy.