On what enlightened bay
Do the tides of time descend?
On how sweet an afternoon
Of light astray
Can the scarlet pimpernel festoon?
Where do the oysters catch?
And where do the gulls loom?
In the fasted Lapis sky
Beneath the hay making sun
How does the bracken grow?
How weaves the stinging nettle?
Through what thistle do the finches whistle?
Or over what cliff is heard
The peregrines steaming, screaming kettle
How comes it that I am here?
For to tell what enters mine ear?
And why for do the black birds mew?
Or the crow caw, caw
Or why do the rabbits run, lapis lapidary
Lapin lapping the blue from the sky
The yellow from the chicken sun
The silver from the harvest moon
The white from the clouds undone
How comes it the temperate chain lies unbroken?
The wind to cool, the sun to heat
How is it that words left unspoken?
Best describe this nature’s beat
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