Lead-grazed, glanced, and gathered to a greatness,
I timid chanced and dove into my weakness.
Fool, fool sunflower in her hat cut cut down.
I am not down for long; no, I am not down for long.
Let her petal, pillow, pelo hair,
The heir of a seed and stem
Fallen from a nest, aerie, very long, very,
Upon my own bed fall. As heather,
Pink, like mountain sherry,
Light, wild, and coronary.
And I told her all this, all this.
Set down upon the desk, set down this.
I sat upon that desk, again a child,
and I told her of a greatness that I knew.
Now the crown falls, falls over my ears.
It falls, falls to rest playfully upon my nose.
A young child anticipates his leap and dash:
One tiptoes as he goes.