Far
and beyond the distant Middle Isle
Lithe
silver forms in water frolicked
The
sun was there, the sea was tranquil
And
the ageless seal upon the rock, a selkie
That, sighing, through the riven gifted muse
Spoke
of a lost or hidden day of wonder
When
men would understand their crippling –
That
for sorrow made the singing wind be still
And
the glistening creature – a stolen wraith
Of
love the lover took to hide his glory in
Found
his strength to leave her firstling form
And
take his pledge to lead them out of bondage
In to
the lighted liberty he had promised them
All
glorious from the beginning of the world
And, glad, she left her silky hide behind, and
From the shelter of the rock swam free . . .
From the shelter of the rock swam free . . .
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