Now my days are all undone,
Spirit sunken, girls forgone,
I will weave in other mesh
Than fading bone and flesh.
Into cold deserted mind
Drag the relics of the blind;
And raise from wives none other sees
Substantial families.
Hunt through woods of maidenhair
Tangled in the shining air
The forms of ecstasies achieved,
Not then believed.
O Unicorns and jewelled Birds
And trampling dappled moonlight herds,
In icy glades now slain
With arrows bright as pain.
Leap, Moon, from the berg’s pale womb!
Frail Bride, out of Earth’s tomb!
The stars are ashen cold
Beneath their gold.