(The key to joy is disobedience
There is no guilt and there is no shame)
A moon-piece, to fetch up the golden cup
A snow-piece, to avoid the great heat of the sun
Is kept in the night and by the light of the moon
An ice-piece, so as they seem forever fallen
A night-piece, of the dismal supper and strange entertainment
A rare chance-piece, a handsome piece of deformity
The skin of a snake bred out of the spinal marrow of a man
With stones and illegible inscriptions found about great ruins
Pictures of three remarkable steeples or towers
Built purposely awry, so as they seem eternally tipping and falling
A transcendent perfume made of the richest odorates
Kept in a box of translucent scale
A glass of spirits made of ethereal salt, hermetically sealed up
Kept continually in quicksilver, of so volatile a nature
That it will scarcely endure the light
And therefore only shown in winter
Or by the light of a carbuncle or a firefly
And batwings sing this limnal hymn
A wideness opening and closing
To keep the darkness sealed within
A moon-piece to fetch up the golden cup
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