Equation

a

Hylas, the world's perceptual scene,
And man no less, the axle beam
Of mobile sense, exist but as
A notion in the mind of God.

b

And Columbine contributed,
Uttering a wise complaint:
Pierrot upon my stressed breast —
The old moon in the new moon's arms.

c

The subtle fury of a winter dusk;
A chord dissolving in the brain —
All knowledge and ideality
Are borne in the lapse of the menstrual sea.

x

Earth is machine and works to plan,
Winnowing space and time;
The ethic mind is engine too,
Accelerating in the void.
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