When the silver-sandaled Moon, full-orbed and splendid
Shines upon her, unwrapped of her gossamer garments

The gleaming stars hide their bright faces...

And the delicately woven garlands I hung 'round
her tender neck fall
to the new bruised grass

Come hither then my foam-born Cyprian goddess
Come...

And from a golden ewer I will pour thee
Richest nectar, Apollo's gift
For your delight.

And take into your hand this lyre
Place your supple fingers
just there...

Upon these strings...
and play, my violet-weaving sweetly smiling Seraph

Play my secrets, my faltering words, my inexorable
love
in sweetly secret resonances swift-aimed
at your heart.