I shoot cordially to you, crystal light infinite,
As the curvature of sun to rain dawns,
For, with your tender withdrawal, me you do curse;
I was sown with this mood-alternating curse,
To be grown within mutable emotion, infinite,
Ascending from every change in darkening dawns.
As the face of time, and life, to crimson dawns,
The sun and I, we partake of one curse
Without courtesy, shedding bloom in autumn's infinite.
Infinite, that crystal white light dawns to caress this curse.