982

981

980

979
Dark this pearl as night rain
In perception about a grain
Of seeming sound grown water drop
Round, a phantom of what is--
Yet wholly world misthought:
Pre-judgement's paste was bought.

978

977

976
This primal calm
Was a void of potence
Unmattered,
As longing ere absence--
Whilst in embryo inevitability
That stillness of motion, time,
As one ruffle
Beguiled what it was by silence.

975

974

973

972

971

970

969

968
The constellated tones
Made organ notes by eyes--
So thought become
A school roofed by night,
And stars lectures
With mouths of light:
In naught but invention
Lies unfettered will--
A spurious perfection
All nature shuns--
Morality's clockwork's
But the ticking orbits of suns.

967

966

965

964

963

962
The heart of the father lies always in darkness--
Unsinewed at need,
Unneeded at strength;
In time's sightless border pent.

961

960

959

958

957
Fruit of a feast of idleness--
Her escutcheon amidst the pale,
To pale appetite this vison fed--
Needless is more in velleity's bed.
No outward flourish
But still-limbed beguilement
In private shadow reposed,
And affection touchless disclosed.