Poorly felt planets of magic
Are your sadnesses so full?
Will you spell in quite ruin?
Pointing slides and valleys

Shell next in door
Crescent sinuettes
Nimbles kind at end
Lingering eyes as fogs
Peasant boys resting tug

The Italian girl

Spelling songs in letters
Letters four and three
Setting ashore
At her feet, edens steep
Treasure of niles leap
And neigh is her harps wools

Differ of mounds
Flutter of held
A last war with eyes