Arielle, the cup to her lips,
A laughing Thalia!
Arielle!
The breath of morning moves through the casement window—
Arielle taking the cool of it on her brow,
And the ecstasy of the robin's song into her heart.
Arielle in prayer at dawn
Laying hands upon secret powers:
Lead me in the path of love to my love.
Arielle merging the past and the present,