A lovely melodious flowing could be heard
Throughout the radiant air
From the window near where the river empties
Into the grass growing  
Tall and fair

I deemed it was coming and going
Soft and slow in my memory
As I could not feel my heart wildly beating
Within the degree
This flow
Was reaching

Surely it would have taken me onto a path which cleared my heart
As it flowed into my ears and fondest desires
Yet I sat there in the shadowy dark
Enflamed by incandescent
Tears of fire

A living being sitting by the fireside of my own making
Did not see the peaceful eyes of the flow
Bringing to me solitude in a melodious overflowing
That I should have grasped
And held inside
My soul