Havin' escap'd from thy nurtured lullaby,
Thou let the midnight feel thy presence.
Thy ifs and whys are salt pearls in the life-tie
Til it ties up in mercurial incandescence.
Thou glance at your versant chamber light,
Thou relinquish to say: 't is not a refuge, but a sail.
Thou raise the anchor to start a luscious fight. Chaperones are learn and waves pale.
