Wie hiel ’t Hielal - Beton -
En hearde Ik syn sulveren Rop
Fan fierren - Oarekant -
’k Soe boarje - oant myn Tunnel
Ynienen state op synt -
Dan naam myn blik har Smertejild -
Him yn de Eagen sjen -
Mar ’t is in losse Hier -
In wet - wat fezeltried -
In Spinneweb - weefd yn Granyt -
In Bastion - fan Strie -
In skied as wat in Dame
Foar ’t antlit hâldt - in Wale -
Mar elke Mesk - in Sitadel -
En Draken - yn de Fâlden -
I had not minded - Walls -
Were Universe - one Rock -
And far I heard his silver Call
The other side the Block -
I’d tunnel - till my Groove
Pushed sudden thro’ to his -
Then my face take her Recompense -
The looking in his Eyes -
But ’tis a single Hair -
A filament - a law -
A Cobweb - wove in Adamant -
A Battlement - of Straw -
A limit like the Vail
Unto the Lady’s face -
But every Mesh - a Citadel -
And Dragons - in the Crease -
F554 (J398). Ofbylding: Houghton Library, Harvard University,