Out of the darkness, fretted sometimes in its sleeping, <br />Jets of sparks in fountains of blue come leaping <br />To sight, revealing a secret, numberless secrets keeping. <br /> <br />Sometimes the darkness trapped within a wheel <br />Runs into speed like a dream, the blue of the steel <br />Showing the rocking darkness now a-reel. <br /> <br />And out of the invisible, streams of bright blue drops <br />Rain from the showery heavens, and bright blue crops <br />Surge from the under-dark to their ladder-tops. <br /> <br />And all the manifold blue and joyous eyes, <br />The rainbow arching over in the skies, <br />New sparks of wonder opening in surprise. <br /> <br />All these pure things come foam and spray of the sea <br />Of Darkness abundant, which shaken mysteriously, <br />Breaks into dazzle of living, as dolphins that leap from the sea <br />Of midnight shake it to fire, so the secret of death we see.<br /><br />David Herbert Lawrence<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mystic-blue-2/
