I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line.

Said the tiger to the lily, Said the viper to the rose, Let us marry so our children May attain the double pose. With a feline half a flower With the attar in the asp We could institute a slaughter That would make a planet gasp.

The very serpents bite their tails; the bees forget to sting, For a language so celestial setteth up a wondering. And the touch of absent mindedness is more than any line, Since direction counts for nothing when the gods set up a sign.

Across the downs a hummingbird Came dipping through the bowers, He pivoted on emptiness To scrutinize the flowers.

There is a glory in a great mistake.

The world is growing gentle, But few know what she owes To the understanding lily And the judgment of the rose.

I linger on the flathouse roof, the moonlight is divine. But my heart is all aflutter like the washing on the line.