AΠΡΙΛ ΦΟΥΛ! [April Fool!]

O thou glorious Belladonna,
     In thy grand Medusean veil,
How the regnant shrine of Honor
     Wreathes its nimbus round thy wall!

Actean-like thy bow shall quiver
     Down the gyrant Asteroids,
‘Till thy Fate’s redundant river
     Soar in blackness through the voids!

In the whirls of boding laughter,
     In the wall of hectic hate,
Life’s remediless Hereafter
     Surges blandly corruscate.

Give! oh give! thou ambient Horror
     Latent Law’s vindictive fire!
Give, thou resonant to-morrow
     Phœbean hearts, and wild desire.

Thou to whom these burning numbers
     Fiercely fine, and fondly stern,
Shed excoriating slumbers
     Round the brow that throbs to learn.

Know that mystic-eyed Sibylla,
     Deep in dim Dodonas cool,
Whispers, softa as o’s cedilla –
      “No you don’t you APRIL FOOL!”