Look At The Stars! Look, Look Up At The Skies! O Look At All The Fire-Folk Sitting In The Air! The Bright Boroughs, The Circle-Citadels There! Down In Dim Woods The Diamond Delves! The Elves'-Eyes! The Grey Lawns Cold Where Gold, Where Quickgold Lies! Wind-Beat Whitebeam! Airy Abeles Set On A Flare! Flake-Doves Sent Floating Forth At A Farmyard Scare! - Ah Well! It Is All A Purchase, All Is A Prize. Buy Then! Bid Then! - What? - Prayer, Patience, Alms, Vows. Look, Look: A May-Mess, Like On Orchard Boughs! Look! March-Bloom, Like On Mealed-With-Yellow Sallows! These Are Indeed The Barn; Withindoors House The Shocks. This Piece-Bright Paling Shuts The Spouse Christ Home, Christ And His Mother And All His Hallows.