Eheu! The middle of the way too-- Gethsemane and left in the lurch. Storms frowning up the dying day too, Bending a weed that was a birch. I can step right over the tallest church. Trumpets have shrunk to trumpet toys, Tottle-te-toot! I hear the clocks Ticking in paper breasts. What noise! Gorges and towering rocks Are just the canvas He employs, With gelatine rivers and candy lochs, Shored in with painted blocks. I passed through a jungle where smoky mosses Hung from the trees, the crocodile Slept or clambered about the fosses; Buzzards roosting, not very vile; Rivers of red-ink shed for crosses. Centaurs with arrows file on file Drew and shouted: he seems to smile Let's make him weep a while. Look out for the lion! Said I, with a scowl, Let the lion growl: Cat-gut scraped in the painted wings. Does the terrible tiger howl: Tin cans and resined strings. Do the dead gibber and does the owl Hoot where the shroud is slipping, clings? Who pressed the squeaky springs In the death bird that it sings? And you, sir! Well, one time I was sure You carried a poisoned dart! And now you're empty space as pure As the sky when clouds are blown apart. Ether! Radium! Nothing! A cure For grit and dust which start Grief in this Waterbury heart. For I had trod the cobra, found He is but calico, cotton stuffed. The boa chased me round and round, Hyenas tracked me, licked and snuffed, And made my poor heart flutter and pound, Until I saw the mirror is all, And the wood became a rare-bit dream With monstrous faces and figures packed. And then you ask: Is the mirror cracked, Or is it so bright that it casts a beam Through all the shadow scheme? One time I saw a river's bank Shaved down with spades as sheer as a wall, Wasp holes, snake holes cut in two Brought these molds of earth to view. I turned away where the air was blank And here was a thing fantastical: Space was cored like the honey comb With forms of things that crawl and roam, Animals, men. As I am alive I saw the form of a horse and cow Edged with air and hollow as space. But a horse and cow began to thrive In just a second, a drifting mist Flowed into the molds before my face. And the animals moved, I don't know how, Out of the all surrounding mesh, Creatures of bone and flesh! And it was just the same with men. I vow I saw an astral stuff poured in Pockets of air and men became Voices talking of good and evil, Virtue, courage, vice and sin, God and the devil.