WHEN IN COLOUR SHE WALKS.

When in colour She walk,
Crimson, tawny,
Wistful,
Fallen,
A Gentleman spends,
Looking on beneath the lamp,
When in colour she walks,
Her milk rich, 'n' summers muse
Fruit left over,
Great carpet,
On which the Philosopher's died,
Recording their discoveries,
To the sound of their own voices,
Drowning, drowning,
In blizzard snows,
On Hermons heights,
Dressed this lady,
For weather told
Mysterious raiment,
A wild perfume,
Scene,
To awaken souls,
Stories fold,
With loud Trumpets,
This Rose,
This Seed,
Of God's promise,
Lavish praise,
When in colour she walks.