And your loveliness

To chant Psyche’s beauty, no words exist

And your loveliness, I have none to sing

For you, language fails and yet, I do cling

Onto all words read aloud, which persist

And which rattle around, they do insist

The air was wet on that summer’s evening

Professed in the dark, once again I ring

With all the lives that could have been, but missed

Nothing but mist, let it lie, let it be

Steal away in the night, until the dawn

Winks, then shows herself all rosy and bright

And says run along, get going, just flee

Pluck up those sweet fruits, dripping, which do spawn

From the still lake of a new day, to bite