Tone Poem - Fischerspooner

In the sanctuary 
Of private rhetoricy 
When a bustling crowd intrudes 
Where rival ship meets no incentive 
To impale its reckless course 
(1?2?3?4)
Where all is lulled 
To peace and quiet 
Is of all places 
The most appropriate 
To illuminate 
The sparkling fires of love 
And receive in turn the electro-darts 
Of sweet devotion
Doo doo dee dah dee doo doo 
Sparkling fires 
Electro-darts