Dark water, underground,
Beneath the rock and clay,
Beneath the roots of trees,
Moved into common day,
Rose from a mossy mound In mist that sun could seize.
The fine rain coiled in a cloud Turned by revolving air Far from that colder source Where elements cohere Dense in the central stone.
The air grew loose and loud.
Then, with diminished force,
The full rain fell straight down,
Tunneled with lapsing sound Under even the rock-shut ground,
Under a river's source,
Under primeval stone.