SILK FLOWERS (for Nemo)

Surge after surge, growls

the sea-mew, Now giddy youth

unconfined hinges

A philosophic

melancholy the toiling

boundless Shows your broad

To scatter ruin

taleful, bled meddling senses

run your giddy round

bellying clouds pant

Stagger with dizzy aim, snares,

bliss! The sacred shades

Rouse the wild game, creak

arts and arms, to snow congealed

the well-poised hornet

leaden-coloured food

while the tyrant bled; with looks

of dumb despair dis-

jointed visions bro-

ken slumbers never-fading

brave, Sleep, frighted, flies

Sullen and sad, nursed

deluge floats with silvered cares

yellow-robed! I’ll sing