Cloud-puffball, torn tufts, tossed pillows {|} flaunt forth, then chevy
on an air{-}
 Built thoroughfare: heaven-roysterers, in gay-gangs {|} they throng; they
glitter in marches.
 Down roughcast, down dazzling whitewash, {|} wherever an elm arches,
 Shivelights and shadowtackle {'i}n long {|} lashes lace, lance, and pair.

 Delightfully the bright wind boisterous {|} ropes, wrestles, beats earth
bare
 Of yestertempest's creases; in pool and rutpeel parches
 Squandering ooze to squeezed {|} dough, cr{'u}st, dust; st{'a}nches,
st{'a}rches
 Squadroned masks and manmarks {|} treadmire toil there
 Fo{'o}tfretted in it. Million-fuel{`e}d, {|} nature's bonfire burns on.
 But quench her bonniest, dearest {|} to her, her clearest-selv{`e}d
spark
 M{'a}n, how f{'a}st his f{'i}redint, {|} his mark on mind, is gone!
 B{'o}th are in an {'u}nf{'a}thomable, {'a}ll is in an en{'o}rmous
d{'a}rk
 Drowned. O pity and indig {|} nation! Manshape, that shone
 Sheer off, diss{'e}veral, a st{'a}r, {|} death blots black out; nor mark

 Is {'a}ny of him at {'a}ll so st{'a}rk
 But vastness blurs and time {|} beats level. Enough! the Resurrection,
 A h{'e}art's-clarion! Aw{'a}y grief's g{'a}sping, {|} joyless days,
dejection.
 Across my foundering deck shone
 A beacon, an eternal beam. {|} Flesh fade, and mortal trash
 F{'a}ll to the res{'i}duary worm; {|} world's wildfire, leave but ash:
 In a flash, at a trumpet crash,
 I am all at once what Christ is {|}, since he was what I am, and
 Th{'i}s Jack, j{'o}ke, poor p{'o}tsherd, {|} patch, matchwood, immortal
diamond,
 Is immortal diamond.