THE EMBANKMENT
(the fantasia of a fallen gentleman on a cold, bitter night)
                                         - T.E. Hulme

Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy,
In a flash of gold heels on the pavement.
Now I see
That warmth's the very stuff of poesy.
Oh, God, make small
The old star-eaten blanket of the sky,
That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.