The beating heart behind the ball of sight:。，
Directed, attuned, englobed:。，Turned in a fast-shut door.
。，Why not? for they had me in tune
Unfed of the onward flood.。，
The fire is in them whereof we are born;。，Or tempting of our stature we,
She in me, I in her; what songs。，They had surety no enemy lurked.
I had come of my faith's ordeal.。，Eyeless, but sprung of an aim
She holds the flower to heaven, and by his power。，
。，She in me, I in her; what songs
By grey-glassy water replies.。，Soulless, heading a hunt
MEDITATION UNDER STARS。，Of cloud grew violet; how thy moment came
The calm of an empty room.。，Her sentence I knew past grace.
Lay finger on thy star; thy raiment line。，That from flesh unto spirit man grows
This wisdom, rough-written, and black,。，'Tis Reason herself, tiptoe
The spirit of what stuff we be:。，The woolly beast bleating will shear.
Among the starry fold.。，And how the grasses glimmered lightest blue;
，Cleave thou thy way with fathering desire。，The puppets of loss or gain;