Casida of the Weeping

I've closed my balcony for I don't want to hear the weeping, yet out beyond the grey walls nothing is heard but weeping. There are very few angels singing there are very few dogs barking, a thousand violins fit in the palm of my hand. But the weeping's a dog, immense, the weeping's an angel, immense, the weepin's a violin, immense the tears have silenced the wind, and nothing is heard but weeping.