It was evening in spring,
And the tides of waves --
With orbits of the silent moon,
Wax and pale, craves
Of a queen irradiate bright,
'Mid stars as Nubians ,
Reign Herself with Utopians
Beaming with light.
For awhile, I glance,
(Fair mystic chance)
Fair- so fair to me-
She flown, o'er heaven,
As holier rosemary
Guided by a fairy
Left be poison airy-
I reached toward thee:
Queen of evenstars-
For love be even,
As an enamored rose
I once leapt before-
Before- when flame grows
Into a distant fire,
Ablaze aspire
Where the cord
Of a profound lord-
Twist the knife
Against my life
Afar- far-far-far-
To that which Beauty's scar
Is worship- in a evenstar.