Upon his Saddle
⁺sprung a Bird
And crossed
a thousand Trees
Before a Fence
without a Fare
His Fantasy did
please
And then he
lifted up his
Throat
And squandered
such a Note
⁺A Universe that
overheard
Is stricken by
it yet –

+ sprang the Bird,
+ A Universe’s
utter Art
Could not it
imitate –