RINGED
WIDE with that last oblivion of self
The vague fantastic cloudscape slowly dies
Melting to grey monotony of dream,
Changing to windless empery of skies
Where nothing is immured or isolate.
But oneness evens all—
So mighty or so small
Be they soever, yet must equalize,
Ringed by the overshadowing Infinities.
August 29, 1936.
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