It makes an even face < of >

Of Mountain – and of Plain –
Unbroken Forehead from the East
Unto the East – again –

It reaches to the Fence –
It wraps it, Rail by Rail,
Till it is lost in Fleeces –
It flings a Crystal Vail

On Stump – and Stack – and
Stem –
The Summers empty Room –
Acres of  ^+o Joints – where Harvests
were –
Recordless – but for them –

 ¦

It Ruffles Wrists of Posts –
As Ancles of a Queen –
Then stills it′s ⁺Artisans – like
⁺Swans –
Denying they have been –
+o deals celestial Vail –

+ Myrmidons  + Ghosts –
+o Acres of Seams –