Mind grown venerable in the unreal

Goodbye to summer. Blake, King James, Wallace Stevens, Bingham Hill, south east of La Porte, Colorado.

Where wast thou when I laid the foundations of the earth? declare, if thou hast understanding.

Who hath laid the measures thereof, if thou knowest? or who hath stretched the line upon it?

Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the corner stone thereof;

When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy? Job 38:7 - King James The trumpet of morning blows in the clouds and through The sky.  It is the visible announced, It is the more than visible, the more Than sharp, illustrious scene.  The trumpet cries This is the successor of the invisible. This is its substitute in stratagems Of the spirit.  This, in sight and memory, Must take its place, as what is possible replaces what is not.  The resounding cry Is like ten thousand tumblers, tumbling down To share the day.  The Trumpet supposes that A mind exists, aware of division, aware  Of its cry as clarion, its diction's way  As that of a personage in a multitude: Man's mind grown venerable in the unreal. Credences of Summer - Canto VII  Wallace Stevens