Is that not beauty, there behind the cloud?
Angelic mass sweetly looming and bright
It shines with artful splendor and not a slight
is there to taint the rainbow gems entwined
that shining castle in the air.
Clouds pass by now and then, the wind blows
but demurely brushing 'gainst the tender stones
with a calmness and compassion beyond compare.
But that fair castle born and cradled at Haven's gate
raised by saints and taught no pain or vain violence
is swinging low and like a violin, tamed by deep silence
it trembles 'neath the echoes of secluded fate.
That castle in the air, that song to vacant echo wed
that no one hears but you, my poor misguided bird.