A rattlesnake's rattle Filled my hands with lead, Melancholy's favourite girlfriend,

A rattlesnake's rattle Filled my hands with lead, Melancholy's favourite girlfriend, Because of her all day I keep silent as a tuna. I'm going to eat a lot tonight, I'll put on the brighter rags of madness, I'll toss my affairs far into the stove, I'll open the window wider, Because in yellow, long since, It's been blinking at me in time With the Night — the traffic light Of the Full Moon. First I'll notice the stars' grapeshot in the sky, I'll feel the nearness of the northern lights, But how beautiful is the midnight speech! I think I'll take a walk along the ledge And the branches of the neighbouring tree…