As the Starved Maelstrom laps the Navies As the Vulture teazed Forces the Broods in lonely Valleys As the Tiger eased By but a Crumb of Blood, fasts Scarlet Till he meet a Man Dainty adorned with Veins and Tissues And partakes - his Tongue
Cooled by the Morsel for a moment Grows a fiercer thing Till he esteem his Dates and Cocoa A Nutrition mean
I, of a finer Famine Deem my Supper dry For but a Berry of Domingo And a Torrid Eye.
The Sun and Moon must make their haste - The Stars express around For in the Zones of Paradise The Lord alone is burned - His Eye, it is the East and West - The North and South when He Do concentrate His Countenance Like Glow Worms, flee away -
Oh Poor and Far - Oh Hindered Eye That hunted for the Day - The Lord a Candle entertains Entirely for Thee.
Finding is the first Act The second, loss, Third, Expedition for the "Golden Fleece" Fourth, no Discovery - Fifth, no Crew - Finally, no Golden Fleece - Jason, sham, too.
Because the Bee may blameless hum For Thee a Bee do I become List even unto Me - Because the Flowers unafraid May lift a look on thine, a Maid Alway a Flower would be -
Nor Robins, Robins need not hide When Thou upon their Crypts intrude So Wings bestow on Me Or Petals, or a Dower of Buzz That Bee to ride - or Flower of Furze I that way worship Thee.
Escaping backward to perceive The Sea upon our place - Escaping forward, to confront His glittering Embrace - Retreating up, a Billow's hight Retreating blinded down Our undermining feet to meet Instructs to the Divine.
He outstripped Time with but a Bout, He outstripped Stars and Sun And then, unjaded, challenged God In presence of the Throne - And He and He in mighty List Unto this present, run, The larger Glory for the less A just sufficient Ring.