For What Is Foreign

For what is foreign thanks; what English praise

Whoever thinks may speak. For that we prize

Is farfetched, points its source out of this world.

So water taps have ushered tears that welled

In Tartar pupils, black unheard-of joys;

And Indian mines and skies the eyes of jays,

Their flash-fanned pinions. Pheasants crouch in

bracken

Jungles, and icebergs roar into the broken

Milk-bottle mews. ....