Perpetual Coolness Poem by Lex Taylor

No one could know the untold signs,
So their dead spell did not run cruel,
Its loving, ambiguous accruals,
Went to pass away to the brine,
For disobeying many a rule...
No one could know the untold signs,
So their dead spell did not run cruel,

Marvelous how portents entwine,
To disclose augural jewels,
That lead to the best, happiest cools,
Like effect of telluric wine!
No one could know the untold signs,
So their dead spell did not run cruel