Then musical as a sea-gull.
It must be a brightness moving
And hold secret a bird’s flowering.
It must be slender as a bell.
And it must hold fire as well.
It must have a wisdom of bows.
And it must kneel like a rose.
It must be able to hear
The luminance of dove and dear.
It must be able to hide
What it seeks, like a bride.
And over all I would like to hover
God, smiling from the poem’s cover.
