& 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--