i went and caught an evening star,
as spent as soot, a child of void,
and these three years i've loved her are
the best my heart has been employed —
she turns the screams to angels singing
and makes compersion of envy's stinging
and found
i've wound
my heart in hers, my home, my ground.

we've had our share of stranger sights
a future she taught me to see:
that past ten thousand days and nights
the **** will come to her and me —
and these returns will be many —
and somehow we will be happy —
i swear
for there
is a lover true and fair.

i found an evening star, you know,
her presence warm and sweet;
i would, and yet i cannot go
to where we used to meet!
for it is a joy to have met her
but all i have now is this letter
so she
will be
greeted on our anniversary
number three.