From sweat of pain
From sweat of suffering
Under the wand of Minerva
The spells of Morpheus
...
To choose
To choose he said
He, the Individual:
With my body I do what will
...
Through groves scenting
Through marshes of smells foul
And un relenting:
The lady and the knight
...
Haunting, I say
It must be short
It must be brief
It must come
...
Came and went
In Dusk they came
The early Dusk it was
And then late Dusk
...
I will not go, said he
You shall not go -
Once he heard the heavens
Grumbling
...
The clock hands turn
Wild
So wild
And frosty!
...
Enough he said
Enough of years!
Now
Be come the next
...
So cold!
So cold!
So cold!
The verses that were green
...
Through the wild raging
Of
The gale-force winds
Of the ice-crystallizing chills
...