A warm eclipse its entry brings:
Through glasses darkly, stranded things
Enliven and infect the heart
Setting time and soul apart
Faces slip, and moments pass—
Mere baubles in its cloudy glass
Words cast out and none remembered
But time persists—the past surrenders
The tangible then reappears
Until at last the surface clears
The visions fade, the faces dim...
How coldly then the light seeps in.