Chapter 19

           Itwasthehourwhenthediurnalheat

           Nomorecanwarmthecoldnessofthemoon,

           Vanquishedbyearth,orperadventureSaturn,

           WhengeomancerstheirFortunaMajor

           Seeintheorientbeforethedawn

           Risebyapaththatlongremainsnotdim,

           Therecametomeindreamsastammeringwoman,

           Squintinhereyes,andinherfeetdistorted,

           Withhandsdisseveredandofsallowhue.

           Ilookedather;andasthesunrestores

           Thefrigidmemberswhichthenightbenumbs,

           Eventhusmygazedidrendervoluble

           Hertongue,andmadeherallerectthereafter

           Inlittlewhile,andthelostcountenance

           Aslovedesiresitsoinherdidcolour.

           Wheninthiswiseshehadherspeechunloosed,

           She’gantosingso,thatwithdifficulty

           CouldIhaveturnedmythoughtsawayfromher.