And how, dear Life?
How far? Hint wasn't given.
By night have been tempted, by reason,
And sent waking fleur of a sight…
Oh, Friend, have you been thinking
Of stirred colds far above,
Imaginative and starred
In blurred spiralled phantom of aether?
How far with a faithful worn charm?
How strong, that you can't deny one,
A question in form and in lining,
In heart and in symphonics flow?
It's you, all in there, in stardust,
By virtue of galaxy quadrille,
Predicted in luminous cart-wheel
And cherishing every light's gust…