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