THE TRUTH’S NOCTURNE
It was her who first shone
Through that cheerless night
With silver gaze and mystery’s ring.
In the sea, in the deep bosom of her waves,
Where she first whispered;
Where, upon a thousand ridges
Shimmered sapphire’s gloom.
And what a beauty she was—
Enough to go mad.
Over her sea and her secret wisdoms
All my stones were skipped
Until I’d none besides my weary form.
How I danced alive across the moonlit waves,
Destined to drown beneath her raptures,
Singing to her: “Farewell, farewell, wild-eyed nights!”
And drowned I would have done in darkness,
If not for what truly shone there,
That rose again in that dark.