The Calendar Isle of Vagary

I will wander and ponder now, and relax to insanity,
And a foolish cabin waits there, of dreams and confusion made:
Nine books will I have there, a collection for the occasion;
And delight alone in the inspiring glade.

And I shall have some despair there, for gibberish comes dropping ruined,
Feeling from the mouth of the morning to where the word sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a careful glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.

I will think and think now, for always contemplation and meditation -
I drink lake water flirting with seductive sounds by the universe;
While I stand on the mountain, or on the pavements grey,
I cherish it in the deep mind’s core.