I'LL LOOK NO MORE

I'll look no more! thro timeless hours my eyes

Without intent have watched the slowing flight

Of ebon crows across quiescent skies

Till all are gone; the last, a lonely bird,

Scudding to rest thro streams of golden curd

That flow far eastward to the coming night.

And as I turn again to foiling thought

My spirit leaves me — as faint zephyrs leave

The trees at evening; tho all day they've sought

A place to hide them in and fondly grieve.

And silently the slow oil sinks beneath

The noiseless burning wick of yellow flame.

It is as if God back to him would breathe

All the world's given life, and end its Aim.