while darkness dwindles from the maze of Green
liquidly scattered in its burning Way
casting upon the fields of vivid Oldness
all The Hues of yet another Usefulness...
Woods almost on The Brink of incarnation!
Finally, amongst th'mountains' music's seen
symphonies of Life's inextinguishable starkest freshness
& subtlest stilled suggestions of its inner-actions
in some occasional current's moving notions
Th'Sun wraps his undaunted Wrath around
without making a sound
of sinking, some still other Victim submerges
(emerging from th'untoward
in its thousands beaming urges!