Although through my bewildered way

Although through my bewildered way
Of crying off this unshaped evil,
Death to the magical when all is done,
Age come to you—you’re bright and useless,
Soon to my care, my love,
But soon to die
In time, like all, through my unreason
In a gay moment’s falsity—
There is no need of hope for hope,
You’ll bring the place to me
Where all is well,
Noble among a crowd of lights.
Then shall your senses, out of joy,
Tingle on mine;
You’re the perverse to lie across,
Out of the heart for me,
Sick, pale, and plain,
So that the process calls for laughs,
The silly binding
Snapped in a rain of pieces falling
On head and running foot,
For, if I could, I’d fly away,
For, if I could, I’d fly away
Before the last light is blown
Into the void again of this bewilderment and that insanity