Feste's Lute

Her burning proceeds over leaves, between blades.,
Subdues the Low Crescent, then takes higher aim
and recruits the sweet crocus in luminous cast,
As of balcony, stage, or street corner gleams,
and the soft, warm earth vignettes our awe.

From farther we see, she crawls the Necropolis.
Slides past resting sleepers and blossomed remembrance,
To inscript and engrave those cellars of life
and cloak them with brilliance, who soon venture forth
as a taper waxed bold in Act Two.

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