First Line: BLACK, FROST-COLD DISTANCE, SPARSELY HONEYCOMBED Last Line: WITH CIRCLING MOTES WHERE LIFE HATH LODGED AND ROAMED.
BLACK, frost-cold distance, sparsely honeycombed With hollow shells of glimmering golden light; Mere amber bubbles floating through the night, Lit by one centred sparkle, azure-domed, With circling motes where life hath lodged and roamed.
