Lahaith

On the waves of meadow grass,
Where the footsteps of the wind pass
Light as wind in their passing, or ash,
Light as a butterfly, as flickerflash,
The light stains the waves fawn,
And across the meadows of Lahaith comes the dawn.

On a peak in the Don Mountains,
By one of the many soul-fountains,
Broken is the phoenix fire, phoenix egg,
And the phoenix extends one scarlet leg,
And the light flashes and glows like a warning,
And across the mountains of Lahaith comes the morning.

On a bay of the Simutha Sea,
Where the gulls and the foams fly free,
Where the waves toss up silver flowers,
And curl and dash themselves dead for hours,
The golden dalinda birds are in flight,
And across the oceans of Lahaith comes the light.