In a host of unbarred waterways
A man baring scrolls
These are faces I've seen
Written in to sympathy

Kingly ships in ecstasy
That fill'd their sails with delight

I printed out the fountainhead
Received to me in languid keys
A knowledge subtle drawn
With sunlight faring well the matchless seas!

And up through the ductwork feels a bloody door
Mine if I remain, but horror
Remain, yes, where body binds the body
And awake is a lonely room away

Maybe a soundless rapture that dissolves the form

And pulsars deep in mourning (the portrait of the music to the poet) I