I shall be
On time to see
Amaranthine tulips of mountaintops be laid
Into a single sea.

I shall stray
But live to-day
For future flights may change my realm
Into a game.

Tickling grows
In heels and toes -
An itching motive to move forth
To what is hot,
To what is cold;
To all I am, to all I'm not.
To all I will, to all I won't;
To all I hate, to all I want.