1. O mistress of silence, you are safe
When a chattering man falls from grace

2. To connect you with fire and sparks—he
Has rotted since he trimmed his hair in haste

3. We picked up a glimpse of an old friend
Or so my companion thought in his haste

4. Be gentle with him—he visited fields
Laid waste, not knowing the work of waste

5. Had that specter walked in the rain
It would have feared no stain or waste

6. With a corpse they had forsaken—its finery
Like a serpent’s slithering pace

7. To wake one sunk in his swoon
Cats before kneeling camels make haste