Coloured in permanence? The glory swims
Girdling the glory-giver, swallowed straight
By night's abysmal gloom, unglorified
Behind as erst before the advancer: gloom?
Faced by the onward-faring, see, succeeds
From the abandoned heaven a next surprise.
And where's the gloom now?—silver-smitten straight,
One glow and variegation! So, with me,
Who move and make,—myself,—the black, the white.
The good, the bad, of life's environment.