On looping rails a rolling pair of pillared eyes, caught to the moon hailing surprise. In a actual balance, him in ode, left out the railing cheat, a catching print; the lie to corner in Luna, a sonar score of wailing notes, her churning worried heart, for night became distant, and scoring eyes denote to an instant, a cameo vale in cats paws, the lady provoked, the melody churl, to know them in applause.