2499 Not grief but calculation Stood upon fine ceremony, The public rose and private tear, The crispness of the linen Made a wholeness for the outsiders; Your mask of one in shared grief, Must alone be subtracted, one from one.
2487 I want no faith in this lawful Enormity, this delicate Filigreed cradle, spanned Past conception, As if a star were the hand of a god. This immeasurable Splendor is unconceived, past faith, It is, And deity conceived is but a mote in all.
2483 That wants observation beyond itself: The observer's dishonest eye, That mismodels what it sees, Which is by this observation altered. What is engaged in the unity Of observer and observed? In a wood am I and of it Too, by this aging heart.