Behind the fiction torturing to sustain;。，
For one in memory discerned.。，XIV
Thy mind on her foundations in earth's bed;。，The trailing chapters she must write,
Within her look, at come and go,。，
This Riddle rede or die,。，And croak, my jolly raven!
。，For one in memory discerned.
I。，Quick as the young, and spell those hieroglyphs
For renovated earth: on earth she gazed,。，And once a vixen wild for speech,
II。，Then hear it, in a moan of atheist gloom,
By station and bright raiment, gathers heat。，
And once a vixen wild for speech,。，Against the sky, soft women wept:
The picture was of hand fast joined to hand,。，To call it woe is blindness:
。，However we may seek to bless:
Love is winged for two,。，
Unknown to Love, too blissful in a truce.。，Sacred the letters of her laws, and plain,
That danced down shades the scarlet dance profane;。，She felt strange push of shuttle-threads that weaved.
。，Alive with tricks on legs alone,