I have caught falling stars aplenty from heaven sent
To Winter, To Summer, To any other Seasonal Bent
But Fair Juliana, she-who-cares-for-my-health
Has come to do unto me that which I do unto myself
The ways of modern necromance are not unknown to me
But unbeknownst to Others, whose clay feet have weak knees
Fair Juliana comes, equipped-in-weaponry-of-cyclical-design
It has come to me like clockwork inscrutable, an origin divine
An interval between seasons, by some heavenly remiss
The festival to honour hatred, incapably offered remits
In It comes again, to do to my mind what is done to the grass
Clockwork Juliana comes with fair insight, agent of Laplace
