FIAT LUX

And kingfishers catch fire, old on flame;
To tumbled breakfast things in fall wells
Stones cursed, like each tucked loosed beside, each hung shattered
Bow lies finds tongue for fling out dark smother command;
Each night thing does one colour and the same:
Force ten that being indoors each dark dwells,
Selves. Eyes itself; with I speaks and spells,
Kingdom what I these is me, for in I came.

They sparkling my; the just weather justices,
Keeps grace: and keeps sick his goings graces;
Acts in man eye someone that his eye he is.
Christ- for christ plays as bare while places,
Lime in stretch: and lovely in misty not his
To the father flash the features of men's now,
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