Let the Naiads sing
Who will wear the Starry Crown?
Then eat cake.
(from The Paean of Dignity, 3d edn)
A cat prowls at night guarding their curv'd protector let the jungle speak (from songs of Old Castile)
Caribbean Dreams waylay us in deep winter but the snow prevails (from Crepuscular Idyll)
An invocation of contradiction of sorts Winter is still with us. (From Tales of Persepolis: Lockdown Lays)