The wonder of light is your familiar tale, br Pert wench, down to the nineteenth century: br Mr. Rimbaud the Frenchman's apostasy br Asserts the argument that you are stale, br Flat and unprofitable, importunate but paie, br Lithe Corpse! His defect of philosophy br Impugned, but could not strip your entity br Of light. Broken, our twilit visions fail. br Beauty, the doctrine of the incorporate Word br Conceives your fame; how else should you subsist? br The present age, beak southward, flies like a bird br For often at Church I've seen the stained high glass br Pour out the Virgin and Saints, twist and untwist br The mortal youth of Christ astride an ass.