I saw that nightfall as was going awry,
How blazed in havens the fringe of the sky.
Clouds’ tapestry reddened ready to move,
Somewhere rather pinky, somewhere mauve.
And I saw a glow of passions that night
In myriads threads flowed down alight.
Toward that incandesce ascended а sward
With the hallow smile, as always ill-stared.
Тhus arundinaceous yarn of the lake
Wove in an arras cherubic at stake.
And there the lettering ornament’s scent
To a vastness seraphic fluttering went.
The spindle inspired me again and again
That immortality has been regained.
And leas, fraternized with cerulean blest
Chording swelter and spell afore the tempest.
Hence a plot evangelical, eternal at last
Was praised by the evening unthinkable lustre.