[00:00.468] The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
[00:04.442] Hoard last leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
[00:09.385] To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
[00:12.348] Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
[00:15.881] However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
[00:18.670] Such poverty. So no dead men's voices
[00:22.892] Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
[00:25.746] Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
[00:29.928] To unpick the elaborate heart, pare bone
[00:33.555] Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
[00:37.829] Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
[00:42.290] Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
[00:45.546] At the essential landscape stare, stare
[00:49.492] Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
[00:53.650] Whatever lost ghosts flare,
[00:56.360] Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
[01:00.062] Rave on the leash of the starving mind
[01:02.924] Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.

The scene stands stubborn: skinflint trees
Hoard last leaves, won't mourn, wear sackcloth, or turn
To elegiac dryads, and dour grass
Guards the hard-hearted emerald of its grassiness
However the grandiloquent mind may scorn
Such poverty. So no dead men's voices
Flower forget-me-nots between the stones
Paving this grave ground. Here's honest rot
To unpick the elaborate heart, pare bone
Free of the fictive vein. When one stark skeleton
Bulks real, all saints' tongues fall quiet:
Flies watch no resurrections in the sun.
At the essential landscape stare, stare
Till your eyes foist a vision dazzling on the wind:
Whatever lost ghosts flare,
Damned, howling in their shrouds across the moor
Rave on the leash of the starving mind
Which peoples the bare room, the blank, untenanted air.