Ambergris

AMBERGRIS 67 Only the ceaseless surf on coral towers, The changeless change of the unchanging ocean, Laps the bright night, with unsubstantial motion Winnowing the starlight, plumed with feathery flowers Of foam and phosphor glory, the strange glow Of the day’s amber fallen to indigo, Lit of its own depth in some subtle wise, A pavement for the footsteps from the skies Of angels walking thus Not all unseen of us, Nor all unknown, nor unintelligible, When with souls lifted up In the Cadmean cup, As incense lifted in the thurible, We know that God is even as we, Light from the sky, and life on earth, and love be- neath the sea.