I <br /> <br />Wave and wind and willow-tree <br />Speak a speech that no man knoweth; <br />Tree that sigheth, wind that bloweth, <br />Wave that floweth to the sea: <br />Wave and wind and willow-tree. <br /> <br />Peerless perfect poets ye, <br />Singing songs all songs excelling, <br />Fine as crystal music dwelling <br />In a welling fountain free: <br />Peerless perfect poets three! <br /> <br />II <br /> <br />Wave and wind and willow-tree <br />Know not aught of poets' rhyming, <br />Yet they make a silver-chiming <br />Sunward-climbing minstrelsy, <br />Soother than all songs that be. <br /> <br />Blows the wind it knows not why, <br />Flows the wave it knows not whither, <br />And the willow swayeth hither <br />Swayeth thither witlessly, <br />Nothing knowing save to sigh.<br /><br />William Watson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-song-of-three-singers/
