The points and parsings I take out to drag—
Onto the trail, to slope and nature new—
A cloud descends upon the roving crag.

As black and round as fleas upon a shag
Or roadway gravel rolling in a shoe
The points and parsings I take out to drag—

The weighing of a thought may shoulders flag—
The Tarot Juggler’s trick, and Fool’s ado—
A cloud descends upon the roving crag. 

In white-walled cell, and mud beneath to brag
I risk the sink and keep conviction true
To points and parsings I take out to drag.

Laces found in leafless branches gag
The freedom of the air, in grayish hue—
A cloud descends upon the roving crag.

But as the sky revives and laurels wag
And reap the ground, I’ll grit and shiver through
The points and parsings I take out to drag—
When cloud descends upon the roving crag.