Days

Daughters of time, the hypocritic day
Muffled and dumb like barefoot dervishes
And marching single in an endless file
Bring diadems and fagots in their hands

Bread, kingdows, star
And sky that holds the all

Hastily took a few herbs and apples
And the day turned and departed silently
I too late, under her solemn fillet saw the seorn