22 Aug Snow-globe World

Hidden in the window of a snow-globe world
Shadowed by a lantern on a cold-cradled stone,
Moved shapes of disorder or violent upheaval,

Something lonesome and fast and quietly evil
Shaping the rest of the world under the dome.

Phantasmagoria, meddlesome sight,
Fateress I ask what good man was made better–
By theater, poems or wild dreams in plaintive night!

Every story and tale has a cause for its telling, I tell,
By the motion of light winding round settled snow,
Not without peace but without circumstances to know
At the chide of the bell.