My radiant moon—
Your adoring sun
I
I will seek thee, rarest
(O bright and beauteous star)
and will find thee waiting in the night
you, trembling, turn (O fairest grace)
—take my hand (and)
lead me with witching eyes
where love’s darkest beauty lies
draw me down (down)
—into your longing depths
(oh sweetly, siren, sing)
to float, to flow, to dream
(down) your dark, forgetful stream
you upon me (my sighing laurel)
kiss upon kiss
bliss on bliss
love on blessèd love
II
and I, like lofty Apollo (rise)
lift you (O my glorious love, my glory)
to an airy metaphysic height
where we (so wild and light)
shall ever love the day (so pure and bright)
and love all the days
where we ever may (bask)
in the golden gods’ delight
oh, to lavish…
i upon thee (my beloved muse)
kiss upon kiss
bliss on bliss
love on blessèd love
Steven Holland
May 19, 2014
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