She walked past doors and windows
Of time streets while widows
Chant dirges in the swelling
Of a remembered world;
And in the graying of the sky,
She rides upon its crest.

Heaps of noble failures
Wiped the stars and sun in the skies,
She did not close her heart for years;
In the ripening of the fruit from a seed,
She stood there, witnessing,
Singing hymnals  to the moon.