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.