I ne'er knew that heart-rending night
of his far-fetch'd sky;
and what by love this world,
oft so stirring in stillness of the mind,
...
When touch'd by the choir of heaven, my heart beats,
And muses sing from the elysium of thy last abode,
A song of songs for one that goes missing in my rhymes;
That no time can tell by what lines so old, withered,
...
No dark that by dark can bewail the night,
That by love more bright e'ery fig leaf in autumn wind;
To heaven-ward bent that waking star, illumines the world,
Of ages that are dead under the Archangel's brow,
...
Who hath ever lived to see
such dreams of wild ecstasy?
that in the mirror of thine eyes
this house of show would never end;
...
No more by what you think I can ne'er know,
Such subtle thought in reverse reflexion,
That by e'ery fair face you still behold,
And to my mind hath weaved
...
Still I can behold that leafless tree in autumn,
That e'ery falling word against a star in the vaulted sky,
Oft goes unchecked by the world in rustle of the wind,
Such soft murmurings in season's smooth-sailing rhyme,
...
(On Yeats' 'Ego Dominus Tuus')
This voice from afar to me but a stranger is,
that by wilderness of the mind in rain forest,
...
Should I but of such human vulgarities be part
To play my life's stage to a crippled countenance?
Of sheer scope to die in abundance of thy most high deserts,
That my peers would dispel me with thy unattended presence,
...
I think I have lost my voice in still waters
Of forest deep in the valleys wild;
That roaring of the rivers under the hill,
Hath brought me to this end by the sea ashore,
...