Songs of the Soul/Part 2/At the Fountain of Song
AT THE FOUNTAIN OF SONG
Dig, dig, yet deeper digIn the stony earth for fount of songDig, dig, yet deeper digIn soil of muse’s heart along.
Some sparkle is seen,Some bubble is heard:’T is then unseen,—The bubble is dead.
The watery sheenAgain doth show;Dig, dig, still deeper e’enTill the bubble song again would grow.
I hear the song,I see its body bright,—Yet cannot touch—I longTo seize it now and drink its liquid light.
Bleed, O my Soul, do amply bleedTo dig yet deeper, —dig!
I touch the holy fount,— rejoice;I drink its bubble voiceMy throat’s ablaze,—I want to drink and drink always;The sphere’s aflameWith my thirst as I came:So dig, dig, yet deeper digThough it seems thou canst not dig!
I thought with heart aglowAll, all, I had drunk this day,And idly looked for more, deep, deep, below,—But lo! undrunk, untouched,There the fountain lay.