My mind is the burned out cathedral, Our Lady
Look up, Watchers, and see the ancient beams how burnt
At night gaze farther and see the things they aimed to be
Firmament
Heavens
Our Lady!
The chivalric Order seeks your splendid kiss
Sophia! Columbia! First Lady!
My mind is like unto the ruins of sweet Sappho's verse
Or like a strange animal going about un-named
Adam, first father, give this beast his appellation
Better Adam, grant me title in your Kingdom