(once you had lent to)
ONCE YOU HAD lent to my eyes a generous portion from your
limitless store of light; now at the day's end you have
come to reclaim it, my master, and I know for certain that I must make good my debt
But why cast shadow before my evening lamp? I am but a guest for
a few days in this world that has come of your light, but if out of its abundance a few fragments of that light are left behind, let them remain in careless neglect at the last trace of your chariot.
Let me glean from that dust some scattered lights and shadows,
some gleam of coloured illusion with which to build my own little world as a slight remnant of your debt, not worth gathering for good.