As blood from some enormous hurt The sanguine sunset leapt; Across it, like a dabbled skirt,
O woven fabric and bright web of sound, Whose threads are magical, And with swift weaving thrall
O little lances, dipped in grey, And set in order straight and clean, How delicately clear and keen
Alas! that we are deaf and blind To meanings all about us hid! What secrets lurk the woods amid?
Behind each thing a shadow lies; Beauty hath e'er its cost: Within the moonlight-flooded skies
A plummet of the changing universe, Far-cast, I flare Through gulfs the sun's uncharted orbits bind,
A wind comes in from the sea, And rolls through the hollow dark Like loud, tempestuous waters.
I A voice cried to me in a dawn of dreams, Saying, "Make haste: the webs of death and birth