While birdies slept and
earthworms snored
And owlets stooped to swoopy flights,
You
the Teen Queen Max restored,
With endless make-up, endless
nights.
Our tygers pad the jasmined path
And cherries
fall from green green trees
And all our dead lay down their
wrath
As I awake through slow degrees
In shadowed
rooms to unfilled beds.
The clock, the clock. Across the
lawn,
In fact, the sparrows shield their heads
Till, chime
by chime, they rouse to dawn.
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