And see here how the moon bleeds in the lake
Which stirs and shimmers all beside the earth;
Whose uncontrived and uncommanding mirth
Will reach into the clouds and shake the trees.
Whose gently-sloping brow will crease between
Hewn cliff-rock and the heady oaks below;
Will set unblinking stars above aglow,
Reflecting gaze on this and other lies.
June 2022