Dig, dig, yet deeper dig

In the stony earth for Fount of Song.

Dig, dig yet deeper dig

In soil of Muse's Heart along.

Some sparkle is seen.

Some bubble is heard;

'Tis then unseen—

The bubble is dead.

The watery sheen

Again doth show;

Dig, dig still deeper e'en

Till the bubble song again would grow.

I hear the Song,

I see Its body bright,

Yet cannot touch —I long

To seize It now

And drink Its liquid light.

Bleed, Oh my Soul, do amply bleed

To dig yet deeper—dig!

I touch the Holy Fount—rejoice;

I drink Its bubble voice.

My throat's ablaze—

I want to drink and drink always.

The Sphere's aflame

With my thirst as I came.

So dig, dig yet deeper dig

Though it seems thou canst not dig!

I thought with Heart Aglow

All, all, I had drunk this day,

And idly looked for more,

—deep, deep, below.

But lo! undrunk, untouched,

There the Fountain lay.