of Steadfast Darkness sloughs off
so calmly th'sunshine's rain
and we swim off a Sadness enough
profoundly enough to pass for Pain
(which is just what life's worlds sustain
so steadfast--or we drown to Th'Depthless Rough.
While th'Wind on th'plain
of Fitfulness the immortal--Light wastes away
its iffy turns over dryly trying again
to stand (up) a Happiness of yesterday
out of such lost domains (does our fallow Time attain
th'ripe Heights that th'self-exceeding brain
plunging lowest out of its greenest stay.