Craving even greater boon,
Deeper chords of light to perfect summer’s fulness, love’s high noon;
Just apart from all the glitter
Of a busy crystal world
Where, amid quick human twitter,
Pond’rous engine huge arms hurled,
Leaping shuttle wrought bright fancies, girded wheels obedient whirled;
Just a little from the glimmer,
From the footfalls’ tuneless tread—
With the distance ever dimmer—