In the night the fiery nightingales
Shall clash and trill through the silence:
Like the voices of mermaids crying
From the sea.
Long ago has the moon whelmed this uncompleted temple.
Stars swim like gold fish far above the black arches.
Far let the timid feet of dawn fly to catch me:
I will abide in this forest of pines:
For I have unveiled naked beauty,
And the things that she whispered to me in the darkness,