Stormy reckage, and proud weather declines;
As careless planner, the lover boy designs,
That peerless world his embodiment seals -
But the gent explores, as his mistress reveals…
That imprisoning song of imposing hammers,
Bowing to wealth, so deftly stammers,
That inglorious tune of glistening betrayals,
Straight up and down, it never fails.
Skies impugned with such glorious light,
Seething with that insidious blight;
Amid the ghostly, sacred hollows,
Eerie beacons and deathly swallows!
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