In the Beck

Lyrics

There is a fish, that quivers in the pool Itself a shadow, but its shadow, clear Catch it again and again, it still is there Against the flowing stream, its life keeps pace With death - the impulse and the flash of grace Hiding in its stillness, moves to be motionless No net will hold it - always it will return Where the ripples settle, and the sand - It lives unmoved, equated with the stream As flowers are fit for air, man for his dream