from The Artist and the Mathematician

Before the beginning comes an end.
A glance's electric lance and shy
Avoidance can break the shining tie,
And all is lost if some should bend.

The sweetening glazing dreams that blend
Conjecture and smiles, and the stray
Of energy's flow are what betray:
Before the beginning comes an end.

Where rivers of dead through valleys wend,
A child is born of iron grief
And icicle fire: our hope's belief
And all is lost if some should bend.

The balance must swing: too late to tend
The selfish regrets whose pangs derange
And nothing amend, for all is change
And all is lost if none should bend.

Before the beginning comes an end
To everything but the need to fly
Unswerving towards the shining tie
For all is lost if some should bend.

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