THE STIRRUP-CUP

Your eyes — and a thousand stars

Leap from the night to aid me;

I scale the impossible bars,

I laugh at a world that dismayed me.

Your voice — and the thundering skies

Tremble and cease to appall me —

Coward no longer, I rise

Spurred for what battles may call me.

Your arms — and my purpose grows strong;

Your lips — and high passions complete me...

For your love, it is armor and Song —

And where is the thing to defeat me!