THE Powers whose name and shape no living creature knows <br />Have pulled the Immortal Rose; <br />And though the Seven Lights bowed in their dance and wept, <br />The Polar Dragon slept, <br />His heavy rings uncoiled from glimmering deep to deep: <br />When will he wake from sleep? <br />Great Powers of falling wave and wind and windy fire, <br />With your harmonious choir <br />Encircle her I love and sing her into peace, <br />That my old care may cease; <br />Unfold your flaming wings and cover out of sight <br />The nets of day and night. <br />Dim powers of drowsy thought, let her no longer be <br />Like the pale cup of the sea, <br />When winds have gathered and sun and moon burned dim <br />Above its cloudy rim; <br />But let a gentle silence wrought with music flow <br />Whither her footsteps go.<br /><br />William Butler Yeats<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poet-pleads-with-the-elemental-powers/
