Earnest, earthless, equal, attuneable, ' vaulty, voluminous, … stupendous
Evening strains to be tíme’s vást, ' womb-of-all, home-of-all, hearse-of-all night.
Her fond yellow hornlight wound to the west, ' her wild hollow hoarlight hung to the height
Waste; her earliest stars, earl-stars, ' stárs principal, overbend us,
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Talk about surround sound! I never thought to see such an innovative poet come out of the 1800's. I wonder what his readers thought of him back then. Look at all the words that spill forth, all that language taken to the extreme edge! He is like a garden gone wild, profuse, excessive. But it is not flowery, this piece is cutting deep