I see in the night a few eyes that look and behold
The image I cast with the moon that glares and stares;
I saw how many creatures reckon their lives are safe
With the grabbing darkness, those that loiter and change.
I mean to say of their dripping water and speeding trains
Glimmering in their brains, of righteous talk and climb;
The mountains are above me in their splendor and action,
Jostled by the clouds and vision of this is poor.
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