Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 114

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CXIV
Dear builder of the Bridge, with thee I stood
 And watched the waters flow
And heard thy cry of "Onward" o'er the flood,
 Between two skies, one over, one below.

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Whether it was the outward eye that thought,
 The inward eye that saw,
I know not; into harmony were brought
 The floating image and abiding law.

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