THE SONG OF LHATTO.
The eye has gone out, and the breath,
And the thing is still, broken.
Where is the eye-look and the breath-spirit?
In the water, in the air, nowhere.
Hit it, it does not move.
Warm it, it does not move.
The wind cannot make it move.
Nor the water, nor the Sun.
Has it gone away? Will it come back?