Echoes, returning visitors of nerve's traffic,
children of body's past empires
greet the dawning mind;
the moment of repeated wheels afresh
bubbling up in ecstatic union,
these memories dissolving,
Wake me to new visions.
A moment's hostage of condition
quakes the grip of sight,
saturated in the flood of
singing scrolls, the ear cannot cleave.
The array'd pallet of scenery calls the mover to motion.