The winged words, they pass br Still everywhere, br Seeds of the spirit-grass br The dream-winds bear br From that heart-field to this, br Where thought as feeling is; br There’s not a seed will miss br Life, once sown there. br br They pass, the faery words, br In shade and shine, br As they were magic birds br This heart of mine br Gave shape and colour to, br As in the light and dew br The primal creatures grew br From germs divine.