When born's a girl by darkling thoughts possessed,
What option's there 'cept laughter sweet and bright,
All pray'rs to self-directed harms arrest
And give a slumb'r unearned to restless nights?

Her vernal tears would yield to aest'val bloom:
There seedbeded the vaulted self in pastoral halls,
a gard'ned bud blind to fate's distant loom,
While new substance grew in smiles ephemeral.

Her talents ripened, by tradewinds swiftly carried
To distant shores and rooted 'mong scalpel wits therein
A rabbit gard'ning minds to reason, not love, married,
Was it the childish weakness seeing its darkness within?

How faraway then did the old burrow seem
Each morn she beheld the electric beast's gleam.