As a wistful whispering planet whirls
Alone along an overwhelming ring
Around a wide trajectory, a-swirl
The effervescent sun — a-shimmering
At center of the universe — and no
Reliance thus upon another star,
But solitary in its spinning slow,
Content to sing is canticle afar —
So I, in inky ilk, attempt to trace
Some semblance of your grand reality,
To gather glimpses of your hidden face,
To follow far, from fen to furthest sea.
My words, I fear, fall short of all I mean,
Although I follow with my steps unseen.