I see the smoke philandering
With the innocent airy selves
And blackening their virginity.
The smoke, the heir
...
At this hour of midnight,
Desires creep
On the temple of sanity,
The ever locked spirits break
...
A day comes and the day goes,
Like the truest friend and the finest lover;
And amidst, within the theorems, I hide,
And beneath the numbers, hides Blake.
...
Day is just a day,
And night, just a night,
Or, shall I blame them damned?
Oh! I see them,
...