The inverted vault of character     Steep-sided lake between the hills a trait of character; a cup of mist obscuring til the sun has burned and itself slants: afternoon on stiller days before the waters take the colour of the sky; the sun is worn with burning and the night’s not far. A deep intensity draws out a lucid form, the inverted vault of character grows clear: the sky is starless, but in the mirror of this indigo their fires appear.       Changes, Days, Lives: Titles and first lines