I am so. There’s the heart, which rebels
against the captivity of song and times of destruction. -
Form me, oh, Sacred - form the inspired jug!
so I could gather the longing of creation into the stream.

I know, age needs objection and will,
so it could blossom into an oak, and Love, and Freedom,
that it needs those songs to relieve the pain,
and plait the bluebottle wreath - the soothing song --

Feast