With a slight nod he dismisses forever
all that sets limits and obliges;
for the Eternal Coming fills his heart-
in wide orbits, huge, uplifted.
The deep heavens stand before him full of shapes,
and each may call to him: come, know me-.
Give his light hands nothing of your burdens
to hold. Else they will come to you
at night, to test you with a fiercer grip,
and go like some raging thing through your house
and seize you as though they'd created you
and broken you out of your mold.
