Slow Beat

The Rhythm Slow Beat To The Tune Slow Beat Slow Beat For After All The Day Was Drear From Dawn That Arose Drear In Clouds That frowned dry was the breast of morning figures with bent heads passed here and there through the atmosphere the thermos-flask of the almighty sound was rattled quite drear was the noon drear clouds of afternoon laziness their wayward look they spent the morning all in all had thus played drear as hedgehogs played stringed instruments yet slow the orchestra of hedgehogs played how slow how drear and cold as the day's fading ushered in by sunset woes violet light in sunset and yet the \orchestra Of Hedgehogs Sickly Played Though It Was Sunset Orange Roar Around In The Immensity To An Olden Whispering Reduced And Yet The Orchestra Played And Sickly Played And Then Dusk Came The Prince The Princely Dusk And Slower Played Of Hedgehogs The Orchestra Slower Slower Pining Arrow-eyes Sadness Guilt Were All Of Dusk And Of The Slow Band That Of Hedgehogs Played And Fading Fading Thus Dusk Yielded To The Night As Usual But More Drear More Drear And Plain Lackluster For The Night Had Come There Was An Immense Wave Of Electricity There Was An Immense Lighting Of The Immense Stars By Night On His Chariot Golden Drawn By Oxen Gold Dressed Less Drear Less Drear Though Played All Palsied-slow Of Hedgehogs Yet The Orchestra And Day To Dark Succumbed The Rope Was Cut The Thread The Curtain Fell Reign Of Subconscious Drear To Horror Turned Begun And Sleeping And Dreaming Yet Still Same The Background Rhythm Played Still The Background Of Hedgehogs Sad The Orchestra