Avalon

AS thy noble corona dilates, Shucks back its great circle, let Thy golden mean drip power Onto the beast whose blameless flesh Screams humped over, Lathered like the Levin cracked sky From whose seed was born An infant God Remind me Oh! Sultana Whose spirit lifts my brow, and Whose bright milk chisels My livered throat, bloated and waiting to yield to yet Another salute. I cry for Avalon, and those Ancient borders I once possessed Oh! Avalon, a composition for the carillon, Let your chronicles forget me not. Let your long drawn spell Whisper me awash, gilded Only by the mighty Griffon fluent in the air, lord of sky, Address my reproach my gentle God Gift me unremitting paradise.