How then the gloaming times grow dark and drear

How then the gloaming times grown dark and drear

When all birds sung their song a time ago

What majesty reduced to something tears

Where others feared their passages unknown

Who loves in times foreshadowed bleak as these

Unchanged forever in their showing screened

Why mysteries unfold more mysteries

Still your eternal summer shines as seen

An actor still imperfect than as writ

The perfect ceremonial fractured rite

To hear with eyes belongs to love’s fine wit

To laugh her imperfections as plain sight

Now balance these with righting whimsy steeled

Nor take for granted anything we feel