all nearness pauses, while a star can grow
all distance breathes a final dream of bells; perfectly outlined against afterglow are all amazing and the peaceful hills
(not where not here but neither’s blue most both)
and history immeasurably is wealthier by a single sweet day’s death: as not imagined secrecies comprise
goldenly huge whole the upfloating moon.
Times a strange fellow; more he gives than takes (and he takes all)nor any marvel finds quite disappearance but some keener makes losing, gaining —love! if a world ends
more than all worlds begin to(see?) begin