Oberon binds this blasted world
to his black pleasure:
his dead domain he overwhelms,
crowns steely statues
with unbearable despair.
Before him the frost cracks
like a dead beetle's carapace,
powders and is obliterated.
His fury is a fountain in sunshine
beside this unremitting rigour.
Titania stalks starlight, breaking
and making shadows.
Cirrus her breath, the ringing night
fractures and powders her passing,
while hush! sighs bruised grass.
Your weird uncertainty, Faery,
unravels the erratic planets -
o pluck out the moon,
your pale eyes exhaust
that dusty pomegranate!