Fog

Invisible gulls with human voices cry in the sea-cloud 'There is room, wild minds, Up high in the cloud; the web and the feather remember Three elements, but here Is but one, and the webs and the feathers Subduing but the one Are the greater, with strength and to spare.' You dream, wild criers, The peace that all life Dreams gluttonously, the infinite self that has eaten Environment, and lives Alone, unencroached on, perfectly gorged, one God. Caesar and Napoleon Visibly acting their dream of that solitude, Christ and Gautama, Being God, devouring The world with atonement for God's sake . . . ah sacred hungers, The conqueror's, the prophet's, The lover's, the hunger of the sea-beaks, slaves of the last peace, Worshippers of oneness.