SUCH look of an immortal likeness springs,
At times into the eyes of dear dumb things,
As if Hereafter we must recognize
The Unknown Life that knew us in their eyes.
by Emily Dickinson
290
Of Bronze-and Blaze-
The North-Tonight-
So adequate-it forms-
So preconcerted with itself-
So distant-to alarms-
And Unconcern so sovereign
To Universe, or me-
Infects my simple spirit