He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon, From drops of peridot scattered at sea, Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His father not caring where or with whom, Or from what rare ocean his being might be- He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
He learnt his letters from a dark winged loon Who flew where the mountains caress the trees, Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His speech was a garble of false and truth, Whistling like a hollow piped reed, He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon.
His eyes a contagion of waters blue And brackish trunks of underwater trees Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.
His normal voice wove a threadless tune, Brought close the mermaids, hungry to feed; He stole his eyes from a milk-glass moon, Hidden beneath a moon-shadowed ruin.