A summer song it was...

A summer song it was,

Counting of many unseen stars

In an intangible sky

Making new milky ways —

Silver-shadow-paths that lead

From sapphire abysses

Into deeper abysses still.

The deeps of our souls

Lit by passion's burning flowers

Tremulous, timorous flames of silver,

That with thousand hands

Our hearts sought to pluck and scatter,

Or make barbéd garlands

For love's nuptial hour.

Nuptial hour, briefer than a moment,

Longer than Heaven's Eternal summer,

When each flower burns to soothe,

And each soothing petal burns anew;

Till myriad streams of fire

Strewn with countless flaming stars

Bear us to the far sea of Time

Where no summer dies,

Nor endure the stinging moments of love's winter.