Isaiah from his ledge could see

Angel and man and animal

At their everlasting play.

He saw the crack in the palace wall

Open and shut like a mouth jerking,

Spitting out teeth of stone.

He and the Three were all alone

With Time and with Time’s working.

The Three were one, the One was three,

For his eyes could never see

This or that, so quick its passing.

But the triple shadows crossing

Framed an image in their fall,

A shape against the breaking wall.