Wake: the silver dusk returning
A holly herb enchantment
Up, lad, up, ’tis late for lying!
His hollyhock ambition
Lived to feast his heart with all
On honeysuckle affection
Wake: the vaulted shadow shatters
And joyous you will be my death.
Leaving the tent of night in tatters
And any henbane imperfection
Strands upon the eastern rims
Within heliotrope devotion