4 
AMBERGRIS 
Taken keep and donjon, and hurled the earthward, 
Rent and uprooted. 
 
Such rock-ruins people me tribes and nations, 
Kings and queens and princes as pure as dawning, 
Brave as day and true ;  and a happy people 
Lulled into freedom ; 
 
Nations past the stormier times of tyrants, 
Past the sudden spark of a great rebellion, 
Past the iron gates that are thrust asunder 
Not without bloodshed : 
 
Past the rule of might and the rule of lying, 
Free from gold’s illusion, and free to cherish 
Joys of life diviner than war and passion— 
Falsest of phantoms. 
 
Only now true love, like a sun of molten 
Glory, surging up from a sea of liquid 
Silver, golden, exquisite, overflowing, 
Soars into starland. 
 
Sphere on sphere unite in the chant of wonder 
Star to star must add to the glowing chorus ; 
Sun and moon must mingle and speed the echo 
Flaming through heaven. 
 
Night and day divide, and the music strengthens, 
Gathers roar of seas and the dirge of moorlands ; 
Tempest, thunder, birds, and the breeze of summer 
Join to augment it. 
 
So the sound-world, filled of the fire of all things, 
Rolls majestic torrents of mighty music 
Through the stars where dwell the avenging spirits 
Bound in the whirlwind . . .