First Line: ONCE, IN FINESSE OF FIDDLES FOUND I ECSTASY Last Line: THAT I MAY FOLD IT ROUND ME AND IN COMFORT LIE.
Once, in finesse of fiddles found I ecstasy, In the flash of gold heels on the hard pavement. Now see I That warmth's the very stuff of poesy. Oh, God, make small The old star-eaten blanket of the sky, That I may fold it round me and in comfort lie.
