Thus acknowledged what cruel truth knowledge brings,
Of pearly white teeth and linen frocks,
Of your golden locks, my heart doth sweetly sing.
your smile reminds me of most clear-minded thought,
Awaken, Awaken, Calls Raven, Caws Crow–
for through my pupils, It’s beak doth ween.
Spoken now, incantations of Hope, doth I dream.