At the gateways of the day

by Padraic Colum

Where, pray, is the Water of Kane?

Yonder, at sea, on the ocean,

In the drifting rain,

In the heavenly bow,

In the piled-up mist-wraith,

In the blood-red rainfall,

In the ghost-pale cloud-form;

There is the Water of Kane.

One question I put to you:

Where, where is the Water of Kane?