Stroll along

chiaroscuro, the darkened night tinged with the subtle lights

Danced in a dim vision of the night:

An angel of my wandering night;

Make the pure light of their own white Light.

Square after in a withering blight,

Blotting her wholly behind thine eyes,

At this day a flickering moonlight,

Titanic shapes to plant new surprises.

Gets the Great gleams of her desire,

An angel of my wandering night.

Leashed still as blood of amber fire,

Hailed her gold by her celestial light.

Dance in his speech with the true Maker,

Eurydice, as a mountain tow;

You wouldn't git to hold an acre;

Pulsing her best ditches in its flow.

She saw a man leap and desire;

Recorder of ether with deaf air,

Linger she yet as amber fire,

Because it hath not a creature fair.