Classic Poem

Gives a Keltic Version of Three Wise Men of Gotham .

Down by the clashing waters the three wise men did go,
And there they cut a hazel wand and laid it on the snow.
They plucked the apples of the sun from many a cedar tree,
And heard the white hound calling — and thus they put to sea.

The Shadowy Horses of the wind followed the Hornless Deer.
The reeds were full of silver sounds, the waters full of fear;
The Rose put forth its thorny feet and danced to an old tune,
And in the grass the Purple Pig bayed at the whimpering moon.
And I shall always hear it, that white and silent song;
And I shall cut a hazel wand and carry it along;
And I shall cast it over the waves and let it find the track
Of those who went to sea in a bowl and never once turned back.