NAÏADIC INTIMATION
Wavers, flickers, shutter-like
The distant light, through fog aflight
...
Oft sit you, there;
A piercing stare
Does splice all heavens and all hells and purgatories, too,
In state transfixed, in common bliss, because your iris blue
And specks of green within it
Betray no care.
Beguilement, where
Your glance, that gaze eternal, soul's light released. And, 'tis true,
To you, I bare
All sorrows. Lair
That is the chamber, well-lit,
Of your gentle heart, acquit
My tongue, release my very eyes and ears of debt, and clue
Me to your hidden secret,
Welcome me, for I submit
Unto your snare.
...
Wavers, flickers, stutt'ring light,
That distant light, against all Might
...
Oft stand you, there;
Those locks of hair
Must universal, terrible, sublime ardor accrue,
Endure that venom-fillèd envy lesser beings spew.
Such reddish-gold does befit
Solely the rare
Of essence; [spare
All your tir'd academic sophistry, vain profs!] Anew,
You, one so fair,
To whom Gods swear,
Release I schoolish err'rs, bit
By aching bit. Sins remit
Those mortal sins in which I daily drown; new
Sins I boldly do commit
In service, to holy writ
Which you declare!
