The damned butterflies oft dross'd opal,
doust thou sing arias oft echoing hearts?
As maiden's grace, trapped inst' nobal
descents, unescaping thy fatest' start,
art non' wings shine thousand couple
oft many lights, blinding ecstacy's part.
Pure'st oft leaping near heaven's skies,
lest muddied scars break thy soft, pale
temperate' softness, thy grail implies
thou, an eternal love, art doust unveil
three rebirths, three world, three lives.
