Brain on the top, spine down the back.
it is at moments after i have dreamedof the rare entertainment of your eyes,when (being fool to fancy) i have deemed
with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise;at moments when the glassy darkness holds
the genuine apparition of your smile(it was through tears always) and silence mouldssuch strangeness as was mine a little while;
moments when my once more illustrious armsare filled with fascination, when my breastwears the intolerant brightness of your charms:
one pierced moment whiter than the rest
--turning from the tremendous lie of sleepi watch the roses of the day grow deep.
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