Still, I would not stop ‘stopping by the woods’,
And go beyond the farm house, somewhere,
In search of you, through your revealing new.
I would win the farmer and the gardener too,
And set my telescope alert to fix the view,
And if you recede through the sea waves,
Or make you concealed in mysterious caves,
I would remain a knight, and never be a knave.
Darling Divine,
From the Ganges, through Mississippi to Rine,
Darling Universe,
From catalectic feelings to empty transcendence;
For you,
I would,
Translate,
All abstract moods.
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