DARKEST HOURS - BRIGHTEST RAYS. PART TWO

And the brightest rays of this golden bough were lifted from the gathering clouds and darkest hours vanished,And saith he out of the ordinary"Golden bough's transit now silvermoon dantiest plucks!"To whom,the folks contrariwise barely objects"We clamour beyond St.blue Queer Street,and now this stolid earth,this blue sky beneath us"But then he says to the pinkiest,"who are you now?"Then this jejuned,oldfoggy oldmaid irrefutably and propitiously juxtaposed himself,"the sordid waves too behind me as we roll and roll for the mutation of the grandest dreams,blinking away darkest hours and bountiful showers avalanche,o brightest ray this stupendious allure,ages implore to decipher thee."