Bowing his head a little, he absolves
himself from things that limit and direct,
for through his heart moves, mightily erect,
the eternal future, that resolves.
Before him full of shapes deep heaven stands,
and each can call to him with pleading claim.
Put nothing into his unburdened hands
from your encumbrancy. Unless they came
by night from wrestlinger investigating,
and crossed like raging furies your threshold
and seized on you as though they were creating
and breaking you from their retaining mould.