O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
The bright boroughs, the circle-citadels there!
Down in dim woods the diamond delves! The elves‘-eyes!
The grey lawns cold where gold, where quickgold lies!
Wind-beat whitebeam! Airy abeles set on a flare!
Flake-doves sent floating forth at a farmyard scare!
Ah well! I tis all a purchase, al is a prize.
Buy then! Bid then! – What? – Prayer, patienee, aims, vows
Look, look“ a May-mess, like on orchard boughs!
Look! March-bloom, like on mealed.with-yellow sallows!
These are indeed the barn“ withindoors house
The shocks. This piece-bright paling shuts the spouse
Christ home, Christ and his mother and all his hallows.