Calais, in song where word and tone keep tryst
Behold my heart, and hear mine hardihood!
Calais, the wind is come and heaven pales
And trembles for the love of day to be.
Calais, the words break and the dawn is shown.
“Oh Trinity, Oh Cartier, Oh Hotel Dorset
Thick red flowers dying in a window display
Color so plush a peninsula
A gorgeous silver trumpet
steams up from the dermis”