I am the fire's burning
    and the mouth that blows the wind,
the hand that stirs the ocean,
    and what is, and what has been.

I am the thrice-returning
    of long-forgotten lore,
both the light that floods the window
    and the shadow at the door.

I am the rhyme's remembering
    and the ninth wave of the sea,
the earth, its endless turning,
    and what is, and what shall be.