Go, said the bird, for the leaves were full of children,Īt the still point of the turning world. Then a cloud passed, and the pool was empty. The surface glittered out of heart of light,Īnd they were behind us, reflected in the pool. So we moved, and they, in a formal pattern,Īlong the empty alley, into the box circle,Īnd the pool was filled with water out of sunlight, There they were as our guests, accepted and accepting. Had the look of flowers that are looked at. The unheard music hidden in the shrubbery,Īnd the unseen eyebeam crossed, for the roses In the autumn heat, through the vibrant air, Moving without pressure, over the dead leaves, The deception of the thrush? Into our first world. Quick, said the bird, find them, find them, Point to one end, which is always present.ĭisturbing the dust on a bowl of rose-leaves Written by people who wish to remain anonymous We are thankful for their contributions and encourage you to make your own. These notes were contributed by members of the GradeSaver community.
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