Iii. Counsellors

Who are chief counsellors of me? Who know My heart’s desire and every secret thing? Three of one fellowship: the encompassing Strong Sea, who mindful of Earth’s ancient woe Still surges on with swift, undaunted flow That no sad shore should lack his comforting; And next the serene Sky, whether he ring With flawless blue a wilderness, or show Tranced in the Twilight’s arms his fair child-star; Third of the three, eldest and lordliest, Love, all whose wings are wide above my head, Whose eyes are clearer heavens, whose lips have said Low words more rare than the quired sea-songs are,-- O Love, high things and stern thou counsellest.