The importance of its hat to a form becomes

More definite. The sweeping brim of the hat

Makes of the form Most Merciful Capitan,

If the observer says so: grandiloquent

Locution of a hand in a rhapsody.

Its line moves quickly with the genius

Of its improvisation until, at length,

It enfolds the head in a vital ambiance,

A vital, linear ambiance. The flare

In the sweeping brim becomes the origin

Of a human evocation, so disclosed

That, nameless, it creates an affectionate name,

Derived from adjectives of deepest mine.

The actual form bears outwardly this grace,

An image of the mind, an inward mate,

Tall and unfretted, a figure meant to bear

Its poisoned laurels in this poisoned wood,

High in the height that is our total height.

The formidable helmet is nothing now.

These two go well together, the sinuous brim

And the green flauntings of the hours of peace.