Hyde Park at best—though counted ultra-grand—
The “Boston Common” of Victoria’s land.
IV
BY R-LPH W-LDO EM-R—N
Source immaterial of material naught,
Focus of light infinitesimal,
Sum of all things by sleepless Nature wrought,
Of which the normal man is decimal.
Refract, in prism immortal, from thy stars
To the stars bent incipient on our flag,
The beam translucent, neutrifying death,