Far away the little Wild Thing saw the cathedral windows Alight for evensong And the song of the people mounting up to Paradise And all the angels going up and down So it bid farewell with tears and thanks To the Wild Things of the kith of Elf-folk And went leaping away towards the green dry land Holding the soul in its hands At the marsh's edge the little Wild Thing gazed for some moments Over the water to where the marsh-fires were leaping up and down And then pressed the soul against its left breast A little above the heart