& quicker still its Noon it steers
off! while yet at its run--
How effortless it sinks
or rises through
th'shoulders of Th'Highest hills Mind thinks
& bubbles under our lowest view
How without stay it quilts
such ultimate exertions
& sans regrets, remorse or guilts
its ultimate desertions!
Civilization's such a frail belief!
& just like any fleeting current (creek,
passing, forever) seeking Th'Handiest cliff
to escape its Peak--