Tone Poem

In the sanctuary

Of private rhetoricy

When a bustling crowd intrudes

Where rival ship meets no incentive

To impale its reckless course

(1, 2, 3, 4)

Where all is lulled

To peace and quiet

Is of all places

The most appropriate

To illuminate

The sparkling fires of love

And receive in turn the electro-darts

Of sweet devotion

Sparkling fires

Electro-darts