have always been our spirits
as fancies my heart?
were then We there
at first season’s weaning
when yawn’d and stretch’d a microstar?
night with day to grace
and serenade glacial clouds
whose joy wept over thalassic plains
and bless’d loftiest peaks with child
from Eden
to her tributaries
to now?
so shall We be
though Time be drown’d
in Her foreverness
