The opera singer softly sang
Like the pellucid birds of Australian
Thicket. Anatomy's lace wrung
The cells of thousand feelings
And tastes; centigrade's power
Told climates revelations;
The psychologist felt the heart;
The poet's instinct slumbers apart.
Through the parks the forest
Filled the air of incense pure;
The painter bent his brush
Through sensation's quest…
Time weeps in patience' duration,
Through scepters creates emotional resist.