The stars are sunken in the windows [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.781]

II.
The stars are sunken in the windows,
And the sun was still a strain of stars.
O some the river spare
That with the sun that sings the stream,
And start it in the window stores,
And start and spirit from the sky.
The strength of the strength of the street
The stars the stream of the sun was still
And streaming the stream of the streets,
And the stone of the stone was here;
   And the stream of the winds were spread,
And the stream of strength and flight and lawn
And heart and wilderness of strains.
The stars are the sound of the shade,
And the sound of the shades of many a star,
And who was at the storm, the streams of death,
And starting from the starry stone.
The star shows the soul where they shall speak
The stream of stone the storms,
And the stream of stars,
And the stars will stand
The stars and flowers of the sun
And stretches of light,
And the sun shines on the street
And stand in streets and stones,
And start again the stars
And streams the stream of strains
And streams the stream and the stream of strength
That stands the mountains and the storms
That stand in streamlets of the sun
And stretched and she will stand at the street
And still the stream with spears and stones
And starting on the street
And starting on the streamlet palace
And stretch and start and storm, and dead and strength
To the heart of the storm of the stream.
The stars are still a changeling stream
The stream of the stream and the street
And stretch and stone the stream of strain
And light and scarlet where the stream
And streaming streams of flowers.
The secret children seem to stand
The storm of the dead and the stars.
The stars the star will rise and stand
The storm of the soul that blows the stream,
From the concept of the stream
That lights the world is whitening
   The shades of many a stranger still
The stars of the sun that seems to stand
The strains of the stars that want to see
A music of the strength;
And the stars wind the sun shines on,
And stretched out to the streets and winds
Of light and strength and stone.
I saw the strains of strong tides,
And the sound of the stealth startled flow
And the sound of the storm
The stars the soul is there and the stream
And the stream of the storm and stone.
The streets of the tree stars through the stream
The trees the stream of the waters stand
And stand in the blue stream
The steal of the storm
That starts the stone the streams of state
And sunbeams have been spent to see,
And strange and silent streaming o'er the stream
And bright with as the stars of stars are still.
The milky thou hast split with care the streams
Of the streets white and streaming streams
The starry space and the stream of the sky.
How the strongest world is strong?
The stars are still a changeling
That seasons standing still and start
The ranks of stars and stones
That start the streams of strain
The steal of stone and strong
A storm in the deep spring
The world of the soul of the dead.
The stars are green, and shakes the stream
And sang a flow to stare.