Look at my knees, That island rising from the steamy seas
The candles a tall lightship; my two hands Are boats and barges anchored to the sands, With mighty cliffs all round;
They’re full of wine and riches from far lands…
I wonder ...
How wild, how witch-like weird that life should be
That the insensate rock dared dream of me,
And take to bursting out and burgeoning— Oh, long ago—yo ho
— And wearing green
How like an angel came I down
How bright are all things here
When first among his works I did appear O how their glory me did crown
The world resembled his eternity, In which my soul did walk; And ev'ry thing that I did see Did with...