Oh, for myself alone, mine, deep within At the heart's quick, the poem's fount, between The void and its pure issue, I beseech The intimations of my secret power. O bitter, dark, and echoing reservoir Speaking of depths always beyond my reach. A star broods there on all that I have lost. And on my tombs, asleep, the faithful sea. Now present here, the future takes its time.
Life is enlarged, drunk with annihilation, And bitterness is sweet, and the spirit clear.
The dead lie easy, hidden in earth where they Are warmed and have their mysteries burnt away. I am the only medium for your fears. Under the roots of trees a shadow people Has slowly now come over to your side. Grubs thread their way where tears were once composed. All go to earth, go back into the game.