​Has any mind imprisoned you?
Have any thoughts their bars
Laid their shadows across your face
Like late-lamented flowers?
See the people promenade
The garden is so green
And the shadows that they cast
That by your eyes are seen

Do not reflect the murmuring
The visions of their lips
Another world would show itself
In their apocalypse.
The manacles intangible
Invisible as air
Demand the touch of some fair friend
Their demise to declare.

​The mouth of the lion lies to my east
Abraham, you conceal more than you reveal.
When Jupiter will reach half of the throne of Glory…
Then the ermine, white against snow, in the teal

Burnished evening, the fox, the beaver, 
The deer, will slowly turn beneath
The turning sky. The constellations change,
Justice and kindness in a lavender wreath,

And stones, narrow avenues, the smell
Of the salty sea, the laden porters,
The spices and the silver, the studying
And the winter rains, the steady-spreading waters.                                                                                            

​The Orb described a curve,
A Beziers surface glinting,
The old mill of Bagnois,
The sound was silver.

​Thought is kind,
Fences worn,
The mind overflows
With precious emeralds.

The clawed tiger
A jade dagger,
Snakes on the forest floor
Exploring the leaves.

And high in the sky
Birds hover
As if in another world
Whose floor is the wind.