Sev'n-ring'd nights , theme song, will close with a bang
and your scatter'd Voice is falling to a twang
and your phantom HAND deep down in my heartlace
will reattach Life long-forgotten from long-forgotten grace .
Loud cries will mutter: oh, stay, you, Ruby Drops
and Wings of Time will smoothly surface my time props
making Night longer for the rough revealers
he knows another sallow morning will soon heal hers.
Rose incarnadine I am with False retreats that burn
that make my drowsy absent Worshipper again return
I cry and strike your Soul 's Winter-garment born in summer
and stars keep coming, the flight of Stars that died some time ago,
Your Heav'n is much bitter than your Turret Nightingale's lean glow .
That open Spring of Light that kindles all deep water
and Birds and Lips and Solitude to you are shown in turn
until the "RedSadWake" of your desire will ultimately burn!
