A wind-mill,no motion lost Ships sail,to empty docks. Mice that run,but not up clocks. , Ladies to harbour with lost desires Lows,no highs burned in midnight fires And broken men in crooked spires. . Strangers dance,in beggars shoes Black ravens sing,Of white dove blues Poor men fight,women to lose, . Loves before,with pains no less Burdens are washed,laid to rest, Heavens are bleak,for souls un-rest...!