Of Diviner Things – The Kingfisher

He looks at me and I at him

And the heart is charged with ecstasy.

As he flies from limb to golden limb

The air is signed with poetry.

Surveying the shallow pools below,

He dives a bolt of flashing blue

And all my soul retains the glow

Ethereal of feathered hue

That rises up a coloured prayer

As once such beauty filled the skies

And melodies upon the air

Were heard in halls of paradise;

Orpheus on his singing lute

Caressed the softly yielding strings

As Krishna played upon His flute

A music of diviner things.