Sound echoed the valley,
Reflecting cliff and hewned stone,
Of drums, knotted laughter and song,
Where could it be, this seeping tone,
Children looked up, craning beyond sweeping swifts,
Merge and emerging in banked clouds of purple velvet,
Domes of gold and turrets of stone tall and strong,
The birds are going there, this palace in the sky,
To join drums, laughter and song.
Sound echoed the valley,
Reflecting cliff and hewned stone,
Of drums, knotted laughter and song,
Where could it be, this seeping tone,
Children looked up, craning beyond sweeping swifts,
Merge and emerging in banked clouds of purple velvet,
Domes of gold and turrets of stone tall and strong,
The birds are going there, this palace in the sky,
To join drums, laughter and song.