There is the subtler music, the clear light. Where time burns back about th'eternal embers. We are not shut from the thousand heavens: Lo, there are many gods whom we have seen, Folk of unearthly fashion, places splendid, Bulwarks of beryl and of chrysophrase. Sapphire Benacus, in thy mists and thee. Nature herself's turned metaphysical, Who can look at that blue and not believe?
Ezra PoundAbout author
- Author's profession: Poet
- Nationality: american
- Born: October 30, 1885
- Died: November 1, 1972