My eyes observe huge sycamores entwined
Where branches, crowded, up to heaven wind
Quite barren now of leaves or other frill
This vision of the sky gives me a chill
There rises through that mass of jumbled limbs
A dazzle of congested psalms and whims.
I’ve never seen such turns and twists before
Wherein my memory could ever store
Massive as all these scattered arms may be
Seems they stretch out to touch infinity !