The winged words, they pass <br /> Still everywhere, <br />Seeds of the spirit-grass <br /> The dream-winds bear <br />From that heart-field to this, <br />Where thought as feeling is; <br />There’s not a seed will miss <br /> Life, once sown there. <br /> <br />They pass, the faery words, <br /> In shade and shine, <br />As they were magic birds <br /> This heart of mine <br />Gave shape and colour to, <br />As in the light and dew <br />The primal creatures grew <br /> From germs divine.<br /><br />Robert Crawford<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winged-words/
