Poems (Mary Coleridge)/Poem 114

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CXIV
Dear builder of the Bridge, with thee I stood And watched the waters flowAnd 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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