4 Mais je te requiers, or ne mens  : Que vallent mondains ornemens  ?
Guillaume Alexis
5 6 Suppose these houses are composed of ourselves, So that they become an impalpable town, full of Impalpable bells, transparencies of sound,
Sounding in transparent dwellings of the self, Impalpable habitations that seem to move In the movement of the colors of the mind,
The far-fire flowing and the dim-coned bells Coming together in a sense in which we are poised, Without regard to time or where we are,
In the perpetual reference, object Of the perpetual meditation, point Of the enduring, visionary love,
Obscure, in colors whether of the sun Or mind, uncertain in the clearest bells, The spirit's speeches, the indefinite,
Confused illuminations and sonorities, So much ourselves, we cannot tell apart The idea and the bearer-being of the idea.
Wallace Stevens