The music of the words
and the gaze into worlds
have brought me to this:
Let what is be what I see.
Have what should be what we do.
And the marriage of these, splendor.
Isn't poetry, or some such art,
the way we would of it--
it concrete,
and not more,
and no less,
perfect in perfection,
to enjoy and inspire?
Tis so. Tis so.
