The Waves marry clandestine On the green banks of the overflowing Overwhelming Nature; I try to combine In the midst of the scrupulousness of tuberculosis that stains with color the pale handkerchief of my Existence Happiness with Blood; But O those flushed flowers are in full bud again And I find fishes unwinking once more No!I feel ,I feel the disturbing distance Between this vaulted grave and that Vaulted Sky.