Divine Adventure

At times a youth (so whispered legend tells), Like Hylas, stoops to drink By forest-hidden brink, And fair hands draw him down to darkened wells; Fair hands that hold him fast With laughter at the last Have power to draw him lightly down to be In elfin chambers under the gray sea.

And I, O men of Earth, I too, When dawn was at the dew, Was drawn as Hylas downward and beheld Spirits of youth and eld— Was swung down endless caverns to the deep, Saw fervid jewels sparkle in their sleep, Saw glad gnomes working in the dusty light, Saw great rocks crouching in the primal night. I was drawn down, and after many days Returned with stiller feet to walk the upper ways.