Those eyes, which take the souls and run
From hedge to far and vanished hedge,
Can pierce right through the skin of time,
And see its luminescent depths.
With unmatched speed and dancing heart,
A spirit dreamer, cast from minds,
Runs out across the plains and moors.
It runs not “to”, it runs “because”.
They watch us with our weighted gait:
Our feet, our arms, our thoughts in clay.
So slow, we live within a day:
A single, monstrous, leaden day.
They watch us with those eyes of light,
Those eyes which see beyond our sight.