Birds Buildbut Not I Build; No, But

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.

Summer Ends Now; Now, Barbarous In Beauty, The Stooks Arise Around; Up Above, What Wind-walks! What Lovely Behavior Of Silk-sack Clouds! Has Wilder, Willful-waiver Meal-drift Molded Ever And Melted Across Skies?

The Male Quality Is The Creative Gift.

Give Beauty Back, Beauty, Beauty, Beauty, Back To God, Beauty's Self And Beauty's Giver.

For Christ Plays In Ten Thousand Places,/ Lovely In Limbs, And Lovely In Eyes Not His/ To The Father Through The Features Of Men’s Faces.