Dungeoned consciousness, come forth:
For you are famished at this hour
Who fed upon the fruits of earth,
The upper region, and the lower.

Mortality, egregious grass,
Mean retina to the morning ray,
Whatever marvel come to pass
You shall mirror it today.

Desire (shallow cup!) not yet
Think to have contained the whole.
Your five senses I have set
Like a sieve upon my soul.

Beauty, that in body and mind
The undying sun have been,
That on the face of death could find
An eye through which the light may lean,

Attend me now! Be tangible,
Who never were from dreams withdrawn,
Even in heaven, even in hell,
Even the deep sleep of dawn.