Select your sorrows if you can,

    Edit your ironies, even grieve h guile.

    Adjust to a world divided

    oop to labyrinthine wiles

    natural alchemy lends

    to ty hair

    tre of Apollo, or Golden are.

    If you must cross the April park, be brisk:

    Avoid the evening, eyes from afar

    Lest you be y risk

    Solicit only tar.

    Your desperate nerves fuse lauger

    And higgledy piggledy giggle once begun

    Croed sorrows

    You never could manage one by one.

    t jibes your tenderness

    Jails your lust.

    Bes

    turning from o o dusk

    It may be only you can understand:

    On a mild sea afternoon of blue and gold

    he sky is a mild blue of a Chinese bowl

    t Crane, sailors and tore man

    Beat on the same saraband.