Lo! from quiet skies
In through the window my Lord the Sun!
And my eyes
Were dazzled and drunk with the misty gold,
The golden glory that drowned and crowned me
Eddied and swayed through the room . . .
To left and to right,
Hunched figures and old,
Dull blear-eyed scribbling fools, grew fair,
Tuesday, December 31, 2002