As music builds a bright impermanent tower
High in the sunlight, wild with birds
And banners, so this chosen hour
Will take you,
So these chiming words
Will wake you
Briefly from the world.
Until the windy flags are furled,
The last page turned, the music ended
Wander, well-attended,
Through the gate and climb the stairs.
At the top look down, look down, and see
My broad enchanted land,
Where south is love, and death lies north,
And ocean on either hand.