Songs of the Crystalline Believer Echoed through night and day And in you, my aged perceiver As an act in the gossamer play Fraught no end as a terrible thing Writhing as a riot on the lost Sought in each friend as the temporal sing Wordless as fire or frost Shining through me, by oil and fog As all I can be, by each way and word For wholly I see, beyond all we forgot From the stars to the trees, the laughter is heard