Above the sea and spray the gulls do cry;
They swoop and circle hunting for their fate.
Below the sun, Silvans seduced innate;
Away, beyond the ocean their hearts lie.
Clouds scud and fly o'er sweeter grass bedewed;
Waves cool and dampen diamond dust beaches.
Eternal is the breadth as one reaches,
Mind turned towards Bliss; Silvan mind is construed.
Grey skies and raindrops call Havens to mind,
As lords and queens do wander 'neath the trees;
That treacherous tread the lust all annuls.
With faith and hope their ships the elves have lined,
Temptation speeds them from forgotten trees;
The call is heard by all who heed the gulls.