Only now the Count of County Sedding
has mastered all the ways of waiting - the space
of aptitude being filled at last by the volume of
goodness and grace. I will waste nothing; only
take it all back to you. Across my eyes' sight,
the visions dance : of things uncollated, and
raw. Unrecognized and unknown. These are
the simple matters. Only now do the other
maters involve me with their complications.
Like a shed on a very old field, I may lean
and sag, yet I stand in place no less.