As something cold and cumbersome, that armor men use against death.
You would perchance look on death face to face and from him wrest the secret
Whether his face wears oftenest a smile or no?
Strange, old and silent being, there is something
Infinitely vast in your intense tininess:
I think you could point out with a smile some curious star
Far off in the heavens which no man has seen before.
IV
The morning is clean and blue, and the wind blows up the clouds:
Now my thoughts, gathered from afar,