The watching inner eye which peers and sees
The lovely accident, the curious texture,
Apart from place and content, wisely knows
The valid tint in the confusing mixture.
The gaze is not irrelevant, which notes
In the rope’s coil, design instead of noose,
Or how the murderous water takes the lights,
Or, at a terrible moment, the enemy’s grace.
It does not wander foolishly-assured
That though the purpose conquer, there shall rest
Finally preserved, only the element bared
By this impersonal sight, released at last.
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