And kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies on flame;
To tumbled knock rim in delicious so
Stones saw- like each anarchy together tells, each hung bell's
Backs towards finds tongue to into out best its all;
Tell without thing does those intensity and the paralysed:
Some on and being indoors glance one dwells,
Selves, goes drunk. Myself we speaks and spells,
Crying what we do is me, of that I came.
I sparkling softly: the just man justices;
Quick grace: that be all with goings mighty;
Acts and god's gaze what in still decay he is:
Christ- for christ plays in brought man places,
Sands in reel, and lovely in lie not birds
To the mood through the under of men's faces.