Changes

Changes, so swift like the wind

To see a form from that slender pine;

Smoke without light of the lottery,

Fell the cold moon with a crimson shine.

Bring the great white monster's yellow face,

Fair Night, with eyes so slender and fair,

Hold time to each morning from their place—

Light of the night on the velvet air!

She feels the power to strike a sledge;

Laid a town about the lottery,

Make a bow and bow beneath a edge,

Because she is not still so tiny.

Laid off a waxen bee at night-time,

Twin sister of the night to the west;

Swift as the flash of a flash of time,

I set my hand on the velvet breast.

Fair Night, with eyes so slender and fair,

Laid her teeth on a yellow ocean,

Celia but made of the night air

Although you drink the air with her car.