"No," she cried, "I will not comply,
not see things as they ought to be
nor see them as I ought to see,
not twist and turn the fragile eye."
(The woods were fragile and opaque.
The sun sent shafts of trembling light
among the leaves' greenfoiled night.)
"See for sight and no other sake."
The trees stood rubric to the lake.
"No border can enclose my mind,
no leaves' reflection in the wind."
(See, said the wind, for old time's sake.)
"I only can see what am I"
(I, said the lake, so young, so clear
the wind's blast makes me shake with fear)
"as wind and water blowing by."