I sat far out on the sound’s still shore,
The heavens smiling;
And filled with longing I gazed down o’er
The waves beguiling.
The sun slipped into the sea’s embrace,
The coast and sky found a blushing grace.
With sweet foreboding a harp I heard,
The clouds now rending;
The muse descended, in sunlight girt,
Her lyre extending.
Sealing my lips with kiss of fire
She plunged into her glittering pyre.
Then all around me the world was new:
The winds spoke softly;
From pale clouds drifting before the moon
Called spirits lofty;
In all creation a loving heart beat,
My own reflection from all did me greet.
Since then the earth each thought and desire
Does now emprison;
Though longing is eased by dream, plucked lyre
The kiss still consumes me, no peace will see birth
Until the heavens are brought to earth!