In Illusions Such As This Poem by Robert Rorabeck

Fitfully the fire must molest other
Trespassers who are as equally unblessed:
They started together falling pitter patting in the halls,
And perhaps sharing lips,
But they eventually found their way out of doors,
And god blessed the sun
And god damned this: as the fish tramped legless
In the canal,
And the cypress bowed around the opened foyers of the
Houses;
And it was a slow wound upon a worriless battlefield:
The sky was a blue cream,
And there was no logic to her hips, but the way they
Danced,
Like a penny in the streams, like a flower in the meadow:
And the dogs leaped after the foxes,
Deciding that they too would love them, and be fair
Game for the show that I wished to take her to later that
Night, to bent nearer to her caress in the balmy illusions,
To promise her more as the moon awakened
And happened perchance to stumble on to a field
Spread out to her in illusions such as this.