Blew. Blue bloom is on the

Gold pinnacled hair.

A jumping rose on satiny breasts of satin, rose of Castile.

Trilling, trilling: Idolores.

Peep! Who’s in the⁠ ⁠… peepofgold?

Tink cried to bronze in pity.

And a call, pure, long and throbbing. Longindying call.

Decoy. Soft word. But look! The bright stars fade. O rose! Notes chirruping answer. Castile. The morn is breaking.

Jingle jingle jaunted jingling.

Coin rang. Clock clacked.