Complete Sight

A painter needs no more

than partial days:

he seizes all his store

from sun's quick ways,

withholds but moments from time's tall door,

and seducing them stays.

But poets, more greedy, must

have all of light:

they put their pagan trust

in the complete sight,

the whole of time's soft sensuous flight

and glide and thrust.

Theirs the more flowing, reaching right,

more lingering lust.