When I remove my spectacles and into Heaven's dark mirror cast an abject Copernican gaze
The Cyclopean Moon which receptacles wandered wits in its auto-enucleated eye
Melts into tears- lamenting every blind snowdrop's 'enforced chastity'
Till it Christ behoove, to refrain Love's amaze- so Pity, again, Die.
Envoi-
Be it for who, under Zohra's spell, fell into Harut/Marut's Well- or Love's tragic chink in Thisbe's Wall
Prince! Who weep in Babylon but expel such Magic as holds enchurched brides in thrall.
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