Sonnets—Unrealities IV when citied day with the sonorous homes of light swiftly sink in the sorrowful hour, they counted petals O tremendous flower on whose huge heart prospecting darkness roams torture my spirit with the exquisite froms and whithers of existence, as by shores soundless,the unspeaking watcher who adores perceived sails whose might brightness dumbs the utterance of his soul—so even i wholly chained to a grave astonishment feel in my being the delirious smart of thrilled ecstasy,where sea and sky marry— to know the white ship of thy heart on frailer ports of costlier commerce bent