Judgement
Try to be circumspect:
A mind confesses itself
In disclosed meaning;
On end, a man himself
Is gleaned in gleaning.
Errors mirror, stealing
'pon limits they reflect.
Morality
And my purpose?
I’ve found no meaning, but something back of it;
Some primordial shadow.
It wreaks no change in the elements;
It, fallow,
Brings no dicta to bear:
But obliquely breathes upon the sentiments
Still mutely suspended there.