XXIII

Torridly the moon rolls upward

Against the smooth immensity of midsummer sky,

Changeless, inexhaustible:

The city beneath is still:

Heaven and Earth are clasped together,

Momently life grows as careless

As the life of the intense stars.

Out of the houses climbing,

Fuming up windows, flickering from every roof-top,

Rigid on sonorous pinnacles,

Silently swirl aloft

Love's infinite flamelets.