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.
