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.