Ah! better leave to chance
Than plans and strategies
Beauty wanders a-randomly
And should she roam by plan (and strategy)
Then will not so enchant
Like the blood-ticking cheeks of violets
At the first touch of the frosty Boreas:
I saw and met with beauty wandering
Barefoot and wan-melancholy
Walking down Nix Mangiari steps all randomly.
Nearby I heard the day rolling into the sea.