vaulty, voluminous,.. stupendous Evening strains to be tíme's vást,
womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night. Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west,
her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars,
stárs principal, overbend us, Fíre-féaturing heaven. For earth
her being has unbound, her dapple is at an end, as- tray or aswarm, all throughther, in throngs;
self ín self steepèd and páshed 
qúite Disremembering, dísmémbering
áll now. Heart, you round me right With: Óur évening is over us; óur night
whélms, whélms, and will end us. Only the beak-leaved boughs dragonish
damask the tool-smooth bleak light; black, Ever so black on it. Óur tale, O óur oracle!
Lét life, wáned, ah lét life wind Off hér once skéined stained véined varíety
upon, áll on twó spools; párt, pen, páck Now her áll in twó flocks, twó folds
black, white;
right, wrong; reckon but, reck but, mind But thése two; wáre of a world where bút these
twó tell, each off the óther; of a rack Where, selfwrung, selfstrung, sheathe- and shelterless,
thoughts against thoughts in groans grind.