Time's one-way traffic won't reverse
Summer's sentimental course
Or force the headlong universe

The obverse of the sanguinary Turkey
Carpet I figured I was looking for‚
Festooned with geometric shapes in murky

While Queen of Colchis, I believe, I made
Available to you my magic aid.
That was the period at which the dread

She shapes the moral traveller 
A sphere where she is in command, 
And on a lower level her