"-- And Bees of Paradise"
by Hart Crane
I had come all the way here from the sea,
Yet met the wave again between your arms
Where cliff and citadel--all verily
Dissolved within a sky of beacon forms--
Sea gardens lifted rainbow-wise through eyes
Yes, tall, inseparably our days
Pass sunward. We have walked the kindled skies
Inexorable and girded with your praise,
By the dove filled, and bees of Paradise.
[copyright Hart Crane, 1920]