it is at moments after i have dreamed

    of the rare entertainment of your eyes

    when （being fool to fancy） i have deemed

    with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise；

    at moments when the glassy darkness holds

    the genuine apparition of your smile

    （it was through tears always）and silence moulds

    such strangeness as was mine a little while；

    moments when my once more illustrious arms

    are filled with fascination when my breast

    wears the intolerant brightness of your charms：

    one pierced moment than the rest

    -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep

    i watch the roses of the day grow deep