Cloud-puffball, torn
tufts, tossed pillows | flaunt forth, then chevy
on an air-
built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in
gay-gangs | they throng;
they glitter in marches.
Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, |
wherever an elm arches,
Shivelights and shadowtackle in long |
lashes lace, lance, and pair.
Delightfully the bright wind boisterous |
ropes, wrestles, beats
earth bare
Of yestertempest's creases; in pool and
rutpeel parches
Squandering ooze to squeezed | dough, crust,
dust; stanches, starches
Squadroned masks and manmarks | treadmire
toil there
Footfretted in it. Million-fueled, |
nature's bonfire burns on.
But quench her bonniest, dearest | to her, her
clearest-selved spark
Man, how fast his firedint, | his mark on mind, is
gone!
Both are in an unfathomable, all is in an enormous dark
Drowned. O pity and indig | nation! Manshape, that
shone
Sheer off, disseveral, a star, | death blots black
out; nor mark
Is any of him at all so stark
But vastness blurs and time | beats level. Enough! the
Resurrection,
A heart's-clarion! Away grief's gasping, | joyless
days, dejection.
Across my foundering deck shone
A beacon, an eternal beam. | Flesh fade, and mortal
trash
Fall to the residuary worm; | world's wildfire,
leave but ash:
In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
I am all at once what Christ is |, since he was what I
am, and
This Jack, joke, poor potsherd, | patch, matchwood,
immortal diamond,
Is immortal diamond.
