The blade of that scullery maid

Upbraided the cascade of cover-alls

High-pinned for our pleasure to seam

The entrance to the grade of Kilter-pocks.

Sure for shin she mimmed.

A mound that sounded the surround

Of virginal echoes, it skimmed

The force-fastened gutturality,

As if haloes entranced the brae-lipids

And cooed cunningly for alder chapters.

Kif was solemn, the column torn

From siftless perfume-mantling Kammers

And redisposed to our farm-landing

To cuckoo Kashmir yearnings implicating, on.

Columns like chamfered catkins, forest

Semblables t’inspirit spirals

Of languid haste on dozy sun-swards.

The kleptic siren-pan of the didst-clear,

Brittling of kirtled copse for to

Open, of half-opening introvert reckoning,

Revealing scimitars, the haloing mound,

The hallowed trestles grassy grown,

Helped, upheld undeliverèd chromes,

Undelivered thrones of palmed delenity —

So long the sound, tun-flouted,

It passed upon our cantled surding

Up the choiced unruffled cairn

And up and up the seaming of that cress

Dispersion and the cresset crowned

To semi-light the wheeling of transparent

Choirs, titles gown-simmered in philanther bright.

It catapulted our new fires,

Th’affairs of castling slanterns

Offer chemists topping troves

Of flocks of glinting crypt-tides.

Idle scented gammy fold.

Turnup dehiscing schooled.

Guzzily, the sleighters shimmed and slipped that ring

Of flight-bestricken spindrifting.

The targe of asphodel de-flankers

Tinned a marge made clamorous,

And the bluffing blossom finely-parted,

Quellèd timorously of stance, belled ore-ward

Of the clefting and the scrying,

And the lifted fling-flung, of the speed

Now garrulous, now quiet chambers, of the run

Now sun-drenched kiss-me-caromed, kae thee

Nipped, now steeped, now crinolined

In drum-guyed plum-hale of that salty clippered keep,

That keep, the lovely keep, the sun-meshed keep.