Classic Poem

By the West Pavilion, on a thousand feet of cliff,
Walking at midnight under my latticed window
Flying stars pass white along the water,
Transparent beams of moonset flicker on the sand.
At home in its tree, notice the secret bird;
Safe beneath the waves, imagine the great fishes
From kinsmen and friends at the bounds of heaven and earth,
Between weapon and buffcoat seldom a letter comes.