then i woke, a way hadn't come
losing favorite in the lace

when i a rose, despondent measure
bringing finger upon palerma's toe
as she had asked, gentle and a nose

friend had not found, memory

then i arise, tired beside a hand
losing the path, and feet towards a home

she a girl, indignant, and afforded
the blemish inside the worlds, indifferent design

a breaking of sprigs, tightened ledgeworks
neither a brim

when she woke, startled as ireland wrote
husband she learned of cry

and tilted my irish hide