As music builds a bright impermanent tower

High in the sunlight, wild with birds

And banners, so this chosen hour

Will take you,

So these chiming words

Will wake you

Briefly from the world.

Until the windy flags are furled,

The last pane turned, the music ended,

Wander, well-attended,

Through the gate and climb the stairs.

At the top look down, look down and see

My broad enchanted land,

Where south is love, and death lies north,

And ocean on either hand.