O covering hem, my life to thee
Refuses to exHalt of such powerful
Scale, though full of its half plead
relate its charm's through meditation,
Mold therein, seeing truth of values
quaint tonal sprays sensual gray
Like streams through half shadows
Or silver reflection's under crystal Brooks
through clouded mixed dust asorted, as
Near the equator, moon mingles with
the Rays of the sun, as shells Between
Sandy nooks, waves of salt covers stir
Then glissening from their hidden sides
Still feigned seekers, shall feel its Brand