Love in the heart, stars in the livid space,—
God jealous,—making vacant thus your place,—
And steal your witnesses.
Since the star flames, man would be wrong to teach
That the grave’s worm cannot such glory reach;
Naught real is save me.
Within the blue, as ‘neath the marble slab I lie,
I bite at once the star within the sky,
The apple on the tree.