It amazes the burning heart how

The same salty sphere of grief aglow

Lights the eye, wets the eye.

It amazes the burning eye how

The same crisp streak of festival spark

Lights the sky, burns the sky.

It amazes the burning sky how

The same sensuous crest of the ocean

Dips below, and kisses high;

It amazes the burning ocean how

The same speck of grey, decayed ash

Floats to live, floats to die.