AMBERGRIS 
33 
 
 
 
FROM THE FATAL FORCE 
 
Chorus 
 
Through fields of foam ungarnered sweeps 
The fury of the wind of dawn ; 
Through fiery desolation creeps 
The water of the wind withdrawn. 
With fire and water consecrate 
The foam and fire are recreate. 
With air uniting fire and water, 
The springtide’s unbegotten daughter 
Blossoms in oceans of blue air, 
Flowers of new spring to bear. 
 
The sorrowful twin fishes glide 
Silent and sacred into sleep ; 
The joyful Ram exalts his pride, 
Seeing the forehead of the deep 
Glow from his palace, as the sun 
Leaps to the spring, whose coursers run 
Flaming before their golden master, 
As death and winter and disaster 
Fall from the Archer’s bitter kiss 
Fast to their mute abyss. 
 
The pale sweet blooms of lotus burn ; 
The scent of spring is in the soul ; 
Men’s spirits to the loftiest turns ; 
Light is extended and made whole. 
The waters of the whispering Nile 
Lisp of their loves a little while, 
Then break, like songsters, into sighing, 
Because the lazy days are dying ; 
And swift and tawny streams must rise 
World’s world to fertilise