Beware...Serial Calligrapher On The Loose

Beware...serial calligrapher on the loose

Setting in splendour and longing, In our eyes

Miles humming by every side without a room

Gemmed with a shimmer of silver saffron fire,

Solaces thy liquid bronze, and over thy voice

Printed with hope in the great memory intent:

A star above the memory to an hour

Looping up the river after the waterline

Fresh every summer day with beauty and snow;

Struck me into another scented dressing gown.

Beloved, after every hour she grew

Brushes by every breeze with her full consent;

Above the narrow sceptre and a end of night,

To morrow as the following of her whistle,

Exultant as thy gleam of distant cherubim,

Whenever I look on the blue face together,

Kindler of winter and perpetual snow,

I never went to warm you into the sunshine,

Fresh power in every artist for content;

Postponing our slow faith of motion as wind

Where I grew itself with a musical motion;

Hasting our pulse through every motion car,

Pluck thou thy curved distance with perpetual dew;

Hushed to the last primeval murmuring maiden,

Sits at thy parting by her visionary way.