Let us sweep the grand board
Of all pieces, the new Spring beauty
That brings only restlessness fiery
Has long bided time afore in the dark,
Days of winter held drive, yet hark,
We soon ride.
This coldness, sunk so deep within
The bone marrow, serves as self-evident
Evidence that Spring’s new beauty
Can not nor shall ever quell those
Salespeople of dreams strangerous,
Or nightmares nefarious.