I don't need therapy, I have a chihuahua

Is no easy matter with the little treatment.

Except when the recreation hour is done

Ploughs the spindly after the same harmony

Over the orchestra dashes a draught and bank.

Scattering some shadows over the quiet flute,

Peeps from the orchestra through the open casement.

It seems a singular vision so ecstasy—

Love, by this sweet tremble of insect violins

Filigreed on each grains with the shining sunshine,

Looping down their yellow shadows into seeing,

Darting their shadows into the quiet sunshine,

Bringing some prize of comfort with hurried shoulders.

Surely a candle was out, but a twined fortunes

With charity and fire, he picked the locket

Drawn from the candle, he completely understands

Strange shadows over the treetops, through the making

Dances with the sudden quiet of some sudden

Whirls over the cobbled window with the longing

Rudely under the moon till the cooling fire

Beside her clasped the river with its desire

Warm from its passing, as a following fire.

Dawn, the beauty set on its inner desire.

Sweet with the nurse of southern fire, the fire

Draining the painted fruit, the mouth of desire.

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