Far away the little Wild Thing saw the cathedral windows
Alight for evensong
And the song of the people mounting up to Paradise
And all the angels going up and down
So it bid farewell with tears and thanks
To the Wild Things of the kith of Elf-folk
And went leaping away towards the green dry land
Holding the soul in its hands
At the marsh's edge the little Wild Thing gazed for some moments
Over the water to where the marsh-fires were leaping up and down
And then pressed the soul against its left breast
A little above the heart
