1. Every body seems transient,
So tender it could be plundered by a glance,

2. A light, even when it doesn’t set, an illusion when
it holds, and water, had it spilled.

3. No flaw in it but its diffusion
Of that secret it hides within its breast,

4. As if hypocrisy had minted it, so no
Truth or lies emerge unalloyed.