Seven to Bed
THE sentries in their boxes,Like rigid dolls of wood,In saffron-yellow tunicsLethargically stood.The shower had not finishedAnd still her threaded tearsFell down like little secondsAcross the flight of years.The pavement was a mirrorWhich caught the jets of light,The twinkling strings of jewelsThat pour from lamps at night.Suffused among the turretsA solitary birdImprisoned in its feathersA music faint and blurred....In bed, I heard the creeping,The rippling drum of rainAnd watched the twilight fallingUpon the window pane.
THE sentries in their boxes,Like rigid dolls of wood,In saffron-yellow tunicsLethargically stood.The shower had not finishedAnd still her threaded tearsFell down like little secondsAcross the flight of years.The pavement was a mirrorWhich caught the jets of light,The twinkling strings of jewelsThat pour from lamps at night.Suffused among the turretsA solitary birdImprisoned in its feathersA music faint and blurred....In bed, I heard the creeping,The rippling drum of rainAnd watched the twilight fallingUpon the window pane.
THE sentries in their boxes,Like rigid dolls of wood,In saffron-yellow tunicsLethargically stood.
THE sentries in their boxes,
Like rigid dolls of wood,
In saffron-yellow tunics
Lethargically stood.
The shower had not finishedAnd still her threaded tearsFell down like little secondsAcross the flight of years.
The shower had not finished
And still her threaded tears
Fell down like little seconds
Across the flight of years.
The pavement was a mirrorWhich caught the jets of light,The twinkling strings of jewelsThat pour from lamps at night.
The pavement was a mirror
Which caught the jets of light,
The twinkling strings of jewels
That pour from lamps at night.
Suffused among the turretsA solitary birdImprisoned in its feathersA music faint and blurred....
Suffused among the turrets
A solitary bird
Imprisoned in its feathers
A music faint and blurred....
In bed, I heard the creeping,The rippling drum of rainAnd watched the twilight fallingUpon the window pane.
In bed, I heard the creeping,
The rippling drum of rain
And watched the twilight falling
Upon the window pane.