I saw the slot of the sun   The final cut of the sun   Start like a hare   Over the shoddy grey walls   I saw you dimple and crease   And turn a card from the pack   By your bed   As though swords, cups, discs and wands   Might tumble into your head   And give you a glimmer of something profound   But your gods made no sound   The gods made no sound   Your gods made no sound   You were cartwheel and sommersault   But not at your ease   I was not at my ease   As through unfolding vistas   Of dullness and deadness   I saw the metal buckets   Fatigued and buckled   With nimbus of rustflowers   In sheds by the lake   I was already falling and fallen and lost   And it was not at your cost   And I was not at my ease   And it was not at your cost   By aimless pools with no surprise   I counted the flickerings of your eyes   And saw the magical bird   In the magical woods   Fly over the hills   And far away   From the sea it's you I see   By the glowing seashore it was you that I saw:   The magical bird in the magical woods