Another night of clock-clap,
Antisapating of your dreams-walk,
An' slumbers slow movement to entrap,
Craving the sweep of my night-hawk,
A vision of grand extravigance,
Dressed in the finest leather-lace,
She fills of nights deep lonsomeness,
Invadeing the rooms of my braincase....
Another night yet that of day,
In fields of wonder shall we play,
Dreams of night-hawks' gentle soar,
Bring of visions upon mind-score,
Dreamers insomnia the ache of pain,
The endless nights find the gain
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