Take me there, take me there — far, far within
The scarlet cloisters of the clouds, hung over
This glassy water-terrace rimmed with clover,
O my imaginary violin!
It cannot hush, it cannot hush — as thin,
As wild, as sweet as miracle! Mad lover,
My heart must almost perish to discover
What ecstasy of wine we are — what kin.
Yet you grow slow aloft, and falter — fall.
I scarcely hear, I scarcely hear at all
Those drops of tone. Warblers and swallows call
Across the water, drawing shore to shore;
The woodpecker; the dusk. Oh, play one more —
One more — one more — one more note! That is all.