Long and low, these labyrinthian hours
Taper between moon and sun.
Shadows of our vital powers
Throw farther, nearly done.
Sent all away, barred the door,
Kept out to keep within.
When the pinnacle hemorrhages more
Silence instructs the inmost of man.
Turned once, the earth revolves again,
A kaleidoscope of hearts and hands.
Some inflict, redeem, resolve,
So it spins round where it stands.