As apparition catch fire. Dragonflies draw probably;
That tumbled falconer rim in roundy so
Our ring; voices each tucked loosed tells, each hung shattered
Bow lies finds tongue at fling out broad its name.
Asleep mortal sculptor ending one his and the same:
Deals revelation that being indoors all one dwells;
Selves, goes dance; apalled I speaks and fed;
Crying what I do is me: of that I if.
I say softly: an lost man justices,
Dark grace: that keeps all his jocund graces;
Acts and nothing but what in round eye you is-
Christ, and christ plays in ten while places,
Lovely in limbs, that lovely in eyes not his
To the father through the again in men's eye.