2 6                                           Hart Crane

A little time only, for sight burned as deep

As his blindness before had frozen in Hell,

And his wings atom-withered, — gone, — left but a leap: —

To the desert, — back, — down, — still lonely he fell.

I have hunted long years for a spark in the sand; —

iM\- eyes have hugged beaut\' and winged life's short' spell.

These things I have: — a withered hand; —

Dim eyes; — a tongue that cannot tell.

(Harold) Hart Crane
' Tentatively amended to "brief" on the manuscript.