The lamps and the rugs of the vigil make the noise of waves in the night along the hull and around the steerage... The lamps and the rugs... The sea of the vigil, like Emily's breasts the hangings, halfway up... where dart the vigil doves
The plaque of the black hearth real suns of seashores Ah Magic wells! Only sight of dawn, this time. The sea of the vigil Where dart the vigil doves
