I AM FOREVER walking upon these shores, Betwixt the sand and the foam, The high tide will erase my foot–prints, And the wind will blow away the foam. But the sea and the shore will remain Forever.
Once I filled my hand with mist. Then I opened it and lo, the mist was a worm. And I closed and opened my hand again, and behold there was a bird. And again I closed and opened my hand, and in its hollow stood a man with a sad face, turned upward. And again I closed my hand, and when I opened it there was naught but mist. But I heard a song of exceeding sweetness.