The waves have drawn us to the deep,
the waves haves veiled us and we sleep
among drowned pillars and the stone….
Oh be with us, oh be and bear
Our message to the outer air,
and tell earth that stands
not fast not firm upon its sands:
“your rocks are breathing loud with fear,
and things that grow, the things most clear,
are shaken by the fatal breeze
that rises with the rising seas.”

Leave and let all earthly things
until the tide, the Lunar swings;
for lower shapes lurk in the air
than many human eyes will bear;
and He who dreams upon the Stone
of Time and Tide, Atol, the lone
breath-breeder of the human race,
stares west-ward into ashen space,
and sees beyond the bearded plains
of Tuscany, the told-of rains
sway sweeping southwards…..

The lone last Queen, she walks tonight
the banquet hall; Old England’s might
lies shattered in the broken call
that cries its writing on the Wall
of Visions……

Listen ye men and listen well,
the tides of summer toll the bell;
Celts and Saxons and Angels all
the shadows are moving upon the Wall;
the forest green and the mountain mare
tremble at nights and the Scotch kine stare
with fearing eyes at the tides odd turn
striking the coast near Ulster’s Um.
Southampton Docks are kneeling down
keening the way for all to drown.

Fisherlads tender and seaheads old
feel ye the tides not creeping and cold
sounding the beach in the dead of night.
The birds are wheeling a westward flight….
A sea horse drives up Buckingham way,
the land grows pale and the towers sway,
and Tennyson’s ships are sailing the bar
for a haven that knows no hill nor star.

Southampton Docks are tumbling down
treading the way for all to drown.

England lies broken half in half
struck by the Old Man’s rearing staff,
a dwarf comes leading the Sultan’s cow
fed for the fishes long days now.
The King lies wrapt in a sea-green cave
the…………………………………………………..
……………………………………………………………
………………………………. I may not say.

Southampton Docks are diving down
leading the way for all to drown.

Sleep not my brothers, sleep no more
but watch the white and wounded shore
with restless eyes, lest on the day
the sudden seas no hand will stay,
sweep you unknowing from your bed
to drown among the drifting dead
and broken mouths, that ever cry
unto the lands, whose cities lie
unshrouded in the eartless sleep,
forsaken in the secret deep…..ure

SOUTHERN AFRICA

This is the land of the future
this the Utopia to be,
a vision whiter than Europe
shaking its shores from the sea;
wise beyond science and the dogma
drifting the old to its death,
wielding a wisdom forgotten,
birthing a love to be gotten
golden to all…………………..
………………………………………

This is the land of the Godhead
This the Kingdom to be,
a creed to steepen the Christian
bending its brow from the sea…
All that the centuries mated
between the mand and the God,
here on your shores to be stated
here in its truth to be taught.

Let there be shrines in your valleys,
Temples of silence and song,
For prophets are moving amongst you,
great spirits descending amongst you
bearing a light from Beyond…

This is the lost Atlantis
Summoned out of the sea,
Drawn from the secret Subways
destined my peoples, for thee.