spring, verse, your tune's train borne by no retinue --
were your echoes to rest, your face yards dark, what darker night could Jove throw? unless diminishment, why, echoes were copies ever and unless diminishment, echoes were mimicry ever rhymed satyrs (& the rest of that in- corporeal inventory, combines of hominal & else) (tales of satyrs, centaurs, sphinx, mermaids & such in verse, portraiture out the poets' throats racing verse's echo with speech's echo) put the brakes (periodical, periodical, until this dawdle is drawn to millennia) on undiminished animalistic enterprise in ladies & gents, but the birds & beasts, participants likewise in song passing from throat to throat, what verses did they swallow to circ- umvent human utterance?
