Teks asli (Inggris)

LIFE   NAY, lift me to thy lips, Life, and once more   Pour the wild music through me—   I quivered in the reed-bed with my kind,   Rooted in Lethe-bank, when at the dawn   There came a groping shape of mystery   Moving among us, that with random stroke   Severed, and rapt me from my silent tribe,   Pierced, fashioned, lipped me, sounding for a voice,   Laughing on Lethe-bank—and in my throat   I felt the wing-beat of the fledgeling notes,   The bubble of godli