I saw the slot of the sun The final cut of the sun Start like a hare Over the shoddy grey walls I saw you dimple and crease And turn a card from the pack By your bed As though swords, cups, discs and wands Might tumble into your head And give you a glimmer of something profound But your gods made no sound The gods made no sound Your gods made no sound You were cartwheel and sommersault But not at your ease I was not at my ease As through unfolding vistas Of dullness and deadness I saw the metal buckets Fatigued and buckled With nimbus of rustflowers In sheds by the lake I was already falling and fallen and lost And it was not at your cost And I was not at my ease And it was not at your cost By aimless pools with no surprise I counted the flickerings of your eyes And saw the magical bird In the magical woods Fly over the hills And far away From the sea it's you I see By the glowing seashore it was you that I saw: The magical bird in the magical woods