That burn out their fiery hearts
In the frozen dark of the universe,
The wet press of water
To the rounded belly of earth
Has licked open on the patient rock
A channel, wet scar
Between sea and source.
Open to the river’s caress, soil and ground
Guide her rippling touch to a fertile gully,
This faerie vale
(Where peeping fingers of sunlight
Flash like your grin).
Here, trees grip the stony flanks,
Sucking subterranean sustenance,
Leaves glistening with drops from the misty veil
That dances above a peat-stained pool;
Deep and cool landing for a leap of faith:
“Come with me”
(Come with me)
Welsh land guides the flow to this drop,
Milk-coloured climax to a journey over rock.