My hand had never been happier
than in adding to the original sketch
a machinery of sylphs and gnomes.
And so I set about putting a little smoke
between myself and the world,
listened to Schubert for awhile,
turned off the Bang & Olufsen,
unrolled my shirtsleeves
and climbed up to my night chamber: where dressed
the queen herself a bed, and trundle bed,
and by her lord reposed her reverend head.
where dressed