Enlighten:
         For the load's far too large for my
         Weary eyelids to share with their
         Lashes, who cut her skin and charge on to
         Urge the blond-bangled mare over the
         Stable's horizon.
         But she lies in
The light kicked from the window's pail and there
Are no tears welling in the pane's corner,
          Nor any lashes to wisen.