Her with moon trodden plow

Herds of African cows

Grazed on her beauty

Fragrant and pale



Young once youthful still now

Muse to the willow and ploughed

Fields arched with orchards

Blooms of the stars



Day whipped his black dray

Opaque orphan of Ring Myrrh coated rider

Guider husband to Matron the King

Streams of yellowy mud



Run to the one that I love

Chained to the chalky

Chalice of night.