Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves,
The echo of a distant tide comes willowing across the sand
and everything is green and submarine.
And no one showed us to the land,
and no one knows the wheres or whys,
But something stirss and something tries,
and starts to climb towards the light.
Strangers passing in the street by chance two separate glances meet,
and I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand, and lead you through the land,
and help me understand the best I can?
And no one calls us to the land,
and no one crosses there alive
And no one speaks and no one tries
and no one flies around the sun.
The Lost Verse:
Planets meeting face to face one to the other cry, 'How sweet
that endlessly
we might embrace a perfect union deep in space!
And heaven might this once relent and give us leave to shine as one
Our two lights here for ever one light blended.'
And in that longing to be one,
the parting summons sound is drawn:
'I see you've got to travel on and on and on around the sun.'
And now this is the day you fall upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me to rise.
And through the window in the wall comes streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.
And no one sings me lullabies,
and no one makes me close my eyes;
So I throw the windows wide.
