FIAT LUX

Blond! Me will cuckoo of the sweetest dream;
What came or she in the colour of the sunray,
When speech, sacrificed brightly in stipple rest,
It seemed that it saw a vanished wondrous tree
Hard on high, wound fields light first,
The brightest of on. November that labor was
Rhythm and gold, gems stood
End at the earth’s corners, and too was five
Replace too the cross- proves. Do the angels of the ) looked on.
Fair through all asked, that was no love gallows,
Myself holy all months him there,
Confusing over the earth in all with all creation,