Handy Dandy ....

I look at joys' azure faces
those mutant selves of truth and blight,
armed with auspicious dragon dreams
quell phantoms of the lonely night.

Then play the oracle tic-tac-toe
dying by lot ,living by lot ,
sowing crosses ,reaping ciphers
what could have been and what would not.

... Pause ! ye dancers of Antic Hay
no rainbows wait ,no pots of gold ,
and wail not, thou with cleaten feet
life's a tale that's already told........