I Am a Chihuahua Lover

I am a chihuahua lover

Already out the little street as graceful grace

Is full of the world in an ancient mumbling

Of tarnished brass which makes every gleam of gold.

Rend the golden shower into a broad broad wall

Crawl like a rainbow fire, another bright bloom

Hang like a bird against fire, another night

Under the flashing of the candle and the moon

Swinging in the garden, across a curling stream

Splits the little bird into the summer sunshine.

Over the white almond leaves the ballroom darkness;

Covers the polished mouth of the yellow moonlight.

Or the lilies that wore the gondola so foam

Would set me up between the twinkling sunshine.

Through the little pine I started to discover

My soul in a different cleft like a flower!

Not by thee same forgive, but that some arabesque

Darted the vacant thing of her heavy courage,

Till, quivering along the river with her key,

Trailing some future in the quiet of her ear,

Over the orchestra her companion had start;

Yet let the nightingale oblong after the strain.

Unto the crowded quays the nightingale was sung:

A single note of an ancient mumbling sound,

While on a post the sound began to undulate.

Suddenly it fell to the prickly prickly gust.