~~~ Pater's Crater's ~~~
~ Pater's Crater's ~
O lover's lune; how many pregnant gazes upon thee hath giv'n birth to a touch of vapours begat from virgin fancies? And what fountains through the wonder-wounded night have ancient milk from stone udders poured, abreast the savage droughts of yearning hearts? What witness hast ye borne when nigh was the consort's hand, pledging unmeasured affection to riddles of the Orient leaping from her almond eyne, which dowsed silver'd shadow from thy moontide eve?; when trembling lips sealed suitor's ardour with molten sparks of married kiss?
How ye play amongst shards of stolen epoch which sprinkle the dignified, darksome vault, resembling spoils of day, to punctuate thy mist-strewn dusk of frosted ivory with their coruscating shower, pillaging adult vigour and taming infant eyelids with your distant, drowsy village.
Thee govern redolent daughters of Albion, flouncing thro' louvred, boudoir chambers of lonesome plaudit, unbeknowingly conspiring, as they raise a looking-glass in aromatic rooms, to wade in a crystal puddle of sybaritic counterfeit whilst primping and preening to the tune of time's harassment of splendrous youth, transfixed by this bedimmed, altar of delusion that seekest divorce from remnants of coquettish beauty with evinced imitations of madame's sarcoid lines which no Bard darest recite.
And when thy palladium watch of ebon tour is complete, ye glance through cosmic veils o'er beds of flossed cloud that sugar prairies of earless maize and swinging einkorn, which undulate via ghostly chinook 'neath timorous beams of sun bless'd realms, to occlude thine archaic inspection, fading afore thy brother sol's enchantment, who should once more, becometh the dazzling visage of future's wont.