Throughout The Dusk Heard I

Throughout the dusk heard I under the privilege of Poet Seer heard I arising as a snake song from the twilight waves of the decline of day I heard, I the privileged I heard the eerie song of the ever reddening dusk-signal of the now fading day. that snake-song too reflected as in a mirror as in a crystal lake transparent my emotions buffeted by currents underneath yet at the surface quiet: and declining with declining day. the oaks were sleeping already, and the boughs and leaves a-hanging in the first sub-conscious ecstasies of sweet sleep and sweet decay. ah! mother ah! mother ah! mother you too declined as the day declined: life was your day; how beautiful you were in your heyday and in the mid-day drunkenness of beauty when life at its zenith sings and vies with Venus herself... time comes alas... time comes alas... and after the sleeping giddying afternoon as in hummock starts the sweet decline of age: the hair grows white as green leaves hoar at touch of winter and impressed by snow and winter storms and tempests: you you too declined as the day declined my mother throughout the dusk heard I under the privilege of Poet Seer heard I arising as a snake song from the twilight waves of the decline of day I heard, I the privileged I heard the eerie song of the ever reddening dusk-signal of the now fading day, my mother.