Thousand- Anna Wu, sophomore

Beware the Thousand Ears

and the Thousand Eyes

Sentries they are, to note your signs

and tears no Thousand ought descry.

From yonder close a Hundred Bands

to thieve you of your coal

to feed fleet fires and base desires

and warm them in their Hadean lands.

And here Ten of Jove's Brides

wander long in bogs and pride

Come, speak they, come taste the wine 

of high-fenced yards unmarked by the tides.

O solemn carouse, O boundless sands 

Boweth thee to the hands of time? 

O strange Elysium, O fickle light 

all bear the fruit of thy One Mind.