which (like an ocean made into a Hell
of Storm) makes up the foliages that here rebel

against Time's constant plying Gust

Observe as well the children of this dale
destroying their timeless Paradise with blinding hands

of ignorant impatience culminating all their
concerns & interests surrendered there!

Winds swell over the emptiness of their poor lands
spoiling breathtaking Evening's cloudy bands

spreading so widely above The World's pause
in guilty white...                                 

Occasionally:         

                         Observe this bower
covered so slightly by its transparent foliage blouse

sinking dark now from Th'Unrecoverable (hour)