Silver and Roses, Henna and Myrrh

To a High-Hearted Lady

Jejune the glories of a civil life,

Exiguous the prizes easy won,

Come thou and be my high-advent’rous wife

And seek with me the scepter of the Sun.

Through russet brakes of Autumn whe’r we trek

And by the Zodiac our paths we find,

Whe’r we ourselves in opulence bedeck,

Or in privation’s prideful knots are twined,

Whe’r quailing flocks of maids attend our whim

Our golden city capital amidst,

Or vainer fancies wiser courses dim,

And thou must front disasters whence thou hidst,

Whate’er the destiny would’st thus have spun,

Come seek with me the scepter of the Sun.

Monday, January 27, 1969

Sun and Moon, Heaven and Earth