The breaking twig 
The 
Putrification of 
The breaking twig
The
Putrification of
The worn,

And won't that figure [bad word] green
In the nearing daylight star
But it's not late
It's only dark

The crickets wane
Mosquitoes die
flickered plate-white face
Beckons the eye

And if by calling out to fear
Should echo some remark
Then it's not late
It's only dark