I have bound the sunset in a tower,
Scoured the beaches formed of oaken rain.
I have parted monumental shades of night
To find
Mirror cliffs, with mist all twisted into
Helical clouds pinned by opportunity,
And the forest of the lonely.

I have taken lightning in my hands
Without thunder,
I have pulled a thousand greedy fields
About my shoulders;
I have raised them up to dim the sun
And I have discarded them.

Where love has set the bounty of the orchard into furrows
I have sewn consummation, disarray.
And where time has thought to steal away unchecked,
I have given it a bell to spoil its hunt.