Economy - Sonnet 9

I wander aimlessly to ancient deeps
Which even dragons’ hordes should dare to bow
In splendor, luminous and shining, keeps
That stay my searching for the where and how.
The where has ne’er declared or e’er foretold
The when of presence lightened in my mind,
Yet all I dare observe and could behold
Eclipses swiftly all I hope to find
In one resounding how that echoes ‘cross
The halls, so dimly lit and obsolete;
What creatures may account as merely dross
So glimmers as they pass beneath my feet
And find, so in abstention for the fall,
The where and how don’t matter much at all.