Hierophant

His old crock sinks into oblivionNo hallowing the body as a temple of his soulLet well enough aloneLining, defining, trying, desiringBut the trait of lacking restraint keeps him away from it allInfinite sphere with its surpassing centerHe forswears this reignRelinquishing his heart and soul in the loneliest lonelinessPain and joy, thought and sigh will pass againLet well enough aloneLining, defining, trying, desiring, searching, finding, reaping, boundingInfinite sphere with its surpassing centerHe forswears this reignHow sweet is the sound of the crumbling of our fellow menWith his eye level at her smallest leaf he forgets the view of its plain obtaining balanceConsidered life sinking deeper instead of swimming along