O STIFFLY shapen houses that change
not,
What conjuror’s cloth was thrown across
you,
and raised
To show you thus transfigured,
changed,
Your stuff all gone, your menace almost
rased?
Such resolute shapes, so harshly
set
In
hollow blocks and cubes deformed, and heaped
In void and null profusion, how
is this?
In what strong aqua regia
now are you steeped?
That you lose the brick-stuff out of
you
And
hover like a presentment, fading faint
And vanquished, evaporate away
To leave but only
the merest possible taint!