Darkness had stretched its colour,
Deep blue across the pane:
No cloud to make night duller,
No moon with its tarnish stain;
But only here and there a star,

My close-walled soul has never kno
That innermost darkness, dazzling
Like the blind point, whence the v
In the core of the gazer’s chrysol
The mystic darkness that laps God

Shepherd, to yon tall poplars tune
Let them pierce, keenly, subtly sh
The slow blue rumour of the hill;
Let the grass cry with an anguish
And the great sky be mute.

My green aquarium of phantom fish,
Goggling in on me through the mist
My rotting leaves and fields spong
My few clear quiet autumn days—I
I could leave all, clearness and m

I am getting on well with this ane
When suddenly I recall
The many times I have told it of
And all the worked-up phrases, and
Of voice, well timed in the crisis

At your mouth, white and milk-warm
I taste a strange apocalypse:
Your subtle taper finger-tips
Weave me new heavens, yet, methink
I know the wiles and each iynx

Old ghosts that death forgot to fe
Across the Lethe of the years -
These are my friends, and at their
I weep and with their mirth am mer
On a high tower, whose battlements

Dear absurd child—too dear to my c
God made your soul for pleasure, n
It cleaves no way, but angled broa
Impinges with a slabby-bellied sou
Full upon life, and on the rind of

There had been phantoms, pale-reme
Of this and this occasion, sisterl
In their resemblances, each effigy
Crowned with the same bright hair
White rounded firmness, and each b

While I have been fumbling over b
And thinking about God and the De
Other young men have been battling
And others have been kissing the b
They have brazen faces like batter