Still friend of far distances, the hour
Lets you breathe now, that vast space restoring
Beyond the dark and narrow-beamed bell-tower
Where you toll. That power which is drawing
On you: know it draws its strength thereby.
Move in and out, with change your course align;
When the bitter cup's before you, why
Then touch it? Rather turn yourself to wine.
Tonight the dark is uncontained, it lets you
Be at the crossing of your senses, know
The strange and binding power in their hand.
And if every worldly form forgets you,
Whisper to the silent earth: I flow,
To the water's swiftness: here I stand.