When in hushed stealth, straggle exiled snowflakes –
No vacant eye to trace that dizzy path,
When saucy din’s clang, in a mute ear, quakes
Clenching my silent innards in loud wrath,
When feather’s breath breeze on opisthenar
Rolls numb and desiccated o’er vein streams,
My life blood speaks your name in a manner
That wakens me to your bequest of dreams.
In shackles, searched I my heart’s warm epoch
Till you known, erring love for a keyless lock.