Classic Poem

Beyond the pillars of the rainbow lies
Hy Brasil, holy island of the skies,
Where all our dream-ships moor in happy havens,
Where all our questions meet divine replies.

The baffled longing that, one weary day,
Upon a wind of sighs was blown away,
A feathered seed, pursued by greedy ravens,
The watchful birds that make our hopes their prey,

Found lodgment there and in the stillness grew
A cedar tree whose summit pricks the blue,
Whose level shadow cherishes a gracious
Sequestered space of greenery and dew.

The solid earth is false and cheats our eyes
With Druid mist and magical disguise.
Only our Dreamland, holy and veracious,
Beyond the pillars of the rainbow lies.