I longed for something something like too long. My ablest eyes had two ears of seems-- Each tree I heard, I heard shake some human song; Two eyes never looked but I saw two stars along, No weather raved but trailed some inner storm. My analogizing mind knew but what it deemed. Nothing brought what it had meant to bring, No shape manifest but in related form. Of what I'd been gifted I got nothing, no thing. Alone in life's simulacrum I saw or heard Less than one third of every third's third. All my blessings blessed transformed. Ready at last to be, no matter being's marr, I'm satisfied with sighing is and are.