Bethel, Horeb, Engedi, Soar:
Dark-roofed beneath a winter sky blown taut
From Manod to the sea, grey, cold in the mountain rain;
Dim lamps within pour yellow stain
Upon the stippled walls. I had forgotten naught
The eye can hold across the desert years.
But these slow-moving tunes are ghosts
Remembered not within the day: wind-waves
From crag to scree-footed rock rebounding, hissing staves
Of melancholy anger through the night,
And all in sadness, sadness, falling; I had forgotten naught
Save longing. I am a child, strong in the light
That nurtured me: I had forgotten naught.

Bethel, Horeb, Engedi, Soar:
Dark-roofed beneath a winter sky blown taut
From Manod to the sea, grey, cold in the mountain rain;
Dim lamps within pour yellow stain
Upon the stippled walls. I had forgotten naught
The eye can hold across the desert years.
But these slow-moving tunes are ghosts
Remembered not within the day: wind-waves
From crag to scree-footed rock rebounding, hissing staves
Of melancholy anger through the night,
And all in sadness, sadness, falling; I had forgotten naught
Save longing. I am a child, strong in the light
That nurtured me: I had forgotten naught.