Ideas
Ideas
Shapes alternate pages on mortal fields;
Playing pirns on alternate wight illusions,
Down minds thick throngs.
Days weave time by yeld-hooks,
Rich luminous wefts cleave the fine webs,
Upon mortals tissues, textures, and tessitura;
Wambly doubts are solar kissed,
To brighten new loops for the living,
To count spaces and stages in sums of spirits of ideas.