Silvery-black, and silvery-blue,
Delicate, dainty, silvery shoe,
We are as young and as old as you.
Without, apart, afar, you climb,
Haunting the gulfs and the deeps of time ;
What do you hunt, without reason or rhyme ?
Me, and he, and she, and thee,
Lending each other our mystery ;
Always the One, wherever we be.
Silvery-black, and silvery-blue,
Delicate, dainty, silvery shoe,
We are as young and as old as you.
From the James Stephens poetry book, A Poetry Recital
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