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First: to close them darkly
As to see through a glass slightly
Wet red-black with sparks and flanged
Around the hedges
Next
Was to imagine heavy wool
Brittled by pounds of brackish ice.
A crude wooden heart,
rubbed by the moons height
of came-before
found framed by small gray sticks of bone.
All that lay in a pool under ferns streaming
A Tallis scholar carols honeyed drone

Blind, every face like mountains,
Rocks and loam.