In words is hid all dare I not to say,
And hid are meanings: who, what, when, where, why—
Yet my desire’s to bare, to never lie,
That I, these falsities can lastly lay
In graves and buried in this earth so grey.
In words, then, see the world through thine own eye
That truth unhid can appreciate the sky;
And lies destroyed will never see the day.
My worlds and words do mingle in my mind
When one makes th’other shimmer, shake and spin—
To change the myriad visions like the wind.
Ah! such it is: the meanings I do find
Are hid beneath the layered, layered letters—
And chained am I between the language’s fetters.