I have gone out and seen the lands of Faery
And have found sorrow and peace and beauty there,
And have not known one from the other, but found each
Lovely and gracious alike, delicate and fair.
"They art children of one mother, she that is called Longing,
Desire, Love,” one told me: and another, “her secret name
Is Wisdom” and another, “They are not three but one.”
And another, “Touch them not, seek them not,
they are wind and flame”
I have come back from the hidden silent lands of Faery
And have forgotten the music and its ancient streams.
And now flame and wind and the long, grey, wandering and wave
And beauty and peace and sorrow are dreams within dreams.