divine treasure

promise it seems is cloaked in a dull grey

to hide from us the honesty that's due

on thus cool morning so the normal view

is calmer now and what it might convey

about our place this ordinary day

is fully straight and not so sharp askew

as when the sky evanishing to blue

turns all to summer in a sudden way

promise achieved is not all we desire

once we have reached the goal and found it cold

past our endurance but still a-glitter

with intimations of some inner fire

when all that's there is falsity of gold

so that the staunchest leaves full bitter