it is at moments after i have dreamed br of the rare entertainment of your eyes, br when(being fool to fancy)i have deemed br br with your peculiar mouth my heart made wise; br at moments when the glassy darkness holds br br the genuine apparition of your smile br (it was through tears always)and silence moulds br such strangeness as was mine a little while; br br moments when my once more illustrious arms br are filled with fascination,when my breast br wears the intolerant brightness of your charms: br br one pierced moment whiter than the rest br br -turning from the tremendous lie of sleep br i watch the roses of the day grow deep.