Something Beyond The Hill

To a western breeze     A row of golden tulips is nodding.     They flutter their golden wings     In a sudden ecstasy and say:     Something comes to us from beyond,     Out of the sky, beyond the hill     We give it to you.             *        *        *        *        *     And I walk through rows of jonquils     To a beloved door,     Which you open.     And you stand with the priceless gold of your tulip head     Nodding to me, and saying:     Something comes to me     Out of the mystery of Eternal Beauty -     I give it to you.             *        *        *        *        *     There is the morning wonder of hyacinth in your eyes,     And the freshness of June iris in your hands,     And the rapture of gardenias in your bosom.     But your voice is the voice of the robin     Singing at dawn amid new leaves.     It is like sun-light on blue water     Where the south-wind is on the water     And the buds of the flags are green.     It is like the wild bird of the sedges     With fluttering wings on a wind-blown reed     Showering lyrics over the sun-light     Between rhythmical pauses     When his heart has stopped,     Making light and water     Into song.             *        *        *        *        *     Let me hear your voice,     And the voice of Eternal Beauty     Through the music of your voice.     Let me gather the iris of your hands.     Against my face.     And close my eyes with your eyes.     Let me listen with you     For the Voice.