Over hill on a golden afternoon
Down thro’ the wooden dales where light succumb
Wondered when Stars wink at the Moon
To shame the Sun and hearts benumb

At last, the night! Alas
The peep, the squeal, the mass

Avaunt! Wild Beast deform’d…

In silence loud, the former praises sound
Nola, lone she forbore beneath the Stars
With deathless might on cold playground
Glanced swiftly at their Wiles, and roars
        
Reverberate… While the storm

Came dancing in the frame of Flurry East
When deep into her pools so brilliant, prowl
Appalling view of unrest beast
Screaming each on hill, sad jovial howl

At Moon, aboon the norm  

                                                         ­          Premeditatio Malorum