OUT of the darkness, fretted
sometimes in its sleeping,
Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come
leaping
To sight,
revealing a secret, numberless secrets
keeping.
Sometimes the darkness trapped
within a wheel
Runs
into speed like a dream, the blue of the steel
Showing the rocking darkness
now a-reel.
And out of the invisible, streams of
bright blue drops
Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue
crops
Surge from the under-dark to their
ladder-tops.
And all the manifold blue and joyous
eyes,
The rainbow
arching over in the skies,
New sparks of wonder opening in
surprise.
All these pure things come foam and
spray of the sea
Of
Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously,
Breaks into dazzle of living,
as dolphins that leap
from the sea
Of midnight shake it to fire,
so the secret of death
we
see.