The cloak of words, the wand
Held now in this square hand,
Might of their obstinate art
take the sad stars apart
And from their clockwork make
Time for her sake.

(Though even now she lies
Close to infinities
Where her companions - oh,
Blake, Raphael, Marlowe -
Invent her dreams. No less
Her features witness)

Time for her sake. Unloose
His mask, his face of moss,
Pull down his sullen chime
With song, with rhyme...

King of a cobweb tower,
Approach, you are a prisoner,
Rock with your gentlest bell
Each sign I spell. This charm
No spite of yours can harm.