Pazoria

Gilded edges

Turn sharp and foul

West to the sea

There is no one but me

Pearled handles

Lie flat and dull

East to the mountains

There the lady reigns

                                 

Diamond necklaces

Hang loose and pale

North to the tundra

There wanes what I saw

Golden chandeliers

Swing shattered and squeaking

South to the tropic

There I became ill