Then he harrowed hell
Healed the abyss
Of torpid instinct trifling flux
Laundered it, lighted it, made it, lovable
Brisker smells abet us
Cleaner clouds accost our visions
And honest sounds, our ears,
For he ignored nightmares,
Annex their ranges
Put all the riddles in the shadows
Put all the riddles in their souls
Put all the riddles in the castles