-
I nodded, slept—and without my watching, the world,
-
the sting of joy, a lilt of crimson,
-
For there is a dram.
-
And I followed, the way one life follows
-
Guilty of dust and sin.
-
where a ray of the sun, naked, stood still
-
For once on the face of the earth,
-
I always imagine those gates
-
till he burn
-
Not noticing how one step leads to another