White-pearled necklace smiles,
Of cobweb, with dew beading it,
Silvery, on a bonsai-like acacia,
In murky morning, fog and cold.
Prickly branches sprout, frozen,
Empty-headed, standing still and mute,
Like a bribed beauty silent;
Jewelled throats disclose nothing.
The fog-vaulted sky above,
Vapours riding nuclei unseen,
Making things around appear as sprites,
And the necklace among the bones and thorns.
Gallowed! Thus serene forever,
Like the ever-impressed eyes portrayed,
Follow which the observer always,
Greedy to be jewelled more.
Nature’s goldsmithy and the man’s:
The necklace in the thorns,
The other making the skin prized more,
Beauty thus defined, thrives on donated bounties.
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