1. 

Crystal-gazer from a crystal ball,

watching the world as the veils unfurl,

seldom to meet any hearts that beat,

but the air I breathe is the breath of all.

2. 

I was taught to live from a picture book,

gothic in print, and of fading tint.

Here to my wings I have tied new strings,

which will trail the sky from a rainbow's hook.

3. 

Or am I the admiral of a phantom fleet

scanning the floor from a mountain tor,

in the hope to see where the waters be,

yet with never a notion of the ocean's beat?

4. 

Before we can speak with the same kind of tongue,

you wish it that I, like you, should try

to cheat the breath of a gloried death

on a field where the willing-to-die die young.

5. 

Is it vain to claim from my sheltered shade

the songs that I sing were inspired by a twin

who had sometime lain the tortured pain

of his love in a grave which the soldiers made?

6. 

I have seen the lamb which the dam has shed,

rabbits all raw from the weasel's jaw,

eyes which tell of an inner hell.

It is here that the palm to all life gets read.