My thoughts are something my soul fear
         I tremble at my very gle
         Sometimes I feel arrive in me
 A dim, a col a sad, a fierce
         A lust‑like spiritualit
 It makes me one with all the gras
         My life takes colour at all flower
 The breeze that seemeth loth to pass
         Shakes off red petals from my hours
         And my heart sulters without shower
 Then God becomes a vice of mine
         And divine feelings an embrace
 That sinks my senses in its wine
         And leaves no outline in my ways
 Of seeing God flower, grow and shin
 My thoughts and feelings mingle and form
         A vague and hot soul‑unit
 Like a sea that expects a storm,
         A lazy ache and fret make me
 A murmur like a coming swar
 My parched thoughts mix and occupy
         Their interpresences and swell 
 To each others' place I descry
         Nought in me save impossible 
 Mixtures of many things all 
 I am a drunkard of my thought
         My feelings' juice o'erruns my sou
         My will becomes soaked in them al 
 Then life stagnates a dream and rots
         To beauty in my verses' dol