The good are attracted by mens perceptions
Till experience teaches them to catch
and to cage the fairies and elves
And the knave begins to snarl
And the hippocrite to howl
And all his good friends
show their private ends
And the eagle is known from the owl
W. Blake
The seas promise cast out
Like a seagulls shriek
In the spittle of the dawn
In the waves fur
Forest of love
Horn soaking wet
And the mossy flowers
Stones where the winds hand
Stains itself with blood
The rose of light
Embraces my love
In the signet-ring of sea sprays
In the bed of salamanders
In the gold of mine shafts
Jean Claude Silberman
