Paper angels in the parish church br Sing like ghosts of insects br Escaping cocoons of tissue-shroud, br Scaling filaments of spider-web br Toward their vault of heaven. br Their antennae have looped themselves br And fused into haloes, as they rise, br Bleached mayflies in a nimbus cloud. br Sunlight tickles them into br Subsonic stridulations, glorying br In their metamorphoses, spiring br On glued and crumpled wings: br White imagoes on frames of wire br Surveying paradise with compound eyes.