Sparrow hawks cry from that sky filled with angels,
An evening sky that’s darkening and’s falling soon,

As it trembles with all these lamps alight,
The orchards and towns are greedy tonight,

As stars appear like images of swarming bees,
Feeding on this luminous honey that offends heaven’s vines,

Wan moonlight’s spearing that honey sweet,
Knowing autumn’s ill and adorned,

With dead whiteness and ripe fruits,
Stags are groaning beyond that dark tree line,

Filling groves with fallen fruit that no one’s gather,
Leaves are tumbling in the chilling night air,

Falling like tears of forgotten summers days,
Days of ****** poison sweet and chaste,

Now memories of those dreams past.