Choriambic melodies exchanging
With the apolaustic cherubims;
Weaving in a polyphonic pattern
Harmonies that mock at clefs and bars;
Toying with the shining rings of Saturn,
Throwing star-dust in the eyes of Mars.
There, suspended in a sumptuous limbo,
Like a happier version of the boy
Drawn by Mr. Blackwood in his Jimbo,
I shall taste of bliss without alloy;