II.
Yet as he outshineth,
Glorying in his might,
The pale, uncertain splendour
Of Luna's silver light—
So does Amarilla,
When compared unto thee,
Heedless wanton, careless
Of the thousand lips that woo thee.
Yet as he outshineth,
Glorying in his might,
The pale, uncertain splendour
Of Luna's silver light—
So does Amarilla,
When compared unto thee,
Heedless wanton, careless
Of the thousand lips that woo thee.