Richard Butler Glaenzer
Though your beauty be a flowerOf unimagined loveliness,It cannot lure me tonight;For I am all spirit.As in the billowy oleander,Full-bloomed,Each blossom is all but lostIn the next—One flame in a glowOf green-veined rhodonite;So is heaven a crystal magnificenceOf starsPowdered lightly with blue.For this one nightMy spirit has turned honey-mothAnd has made of the starsIts flowers.So all uncountable are the starsThat heaven shimmers as a web,Bursting with lightFrom beyond,A light exquisite,Immeasurable!For this one nightMy spirit has dared, and been caughtIn the web of the stars.Though your beauty were a netOf unimagined power,It could not hold me tonight;For I am all spirit.
Though your beauty be a flowerOf unimagined loveliness,It cannot lure me tonight;For I am all spirit.As in the billowy oleander,Full-bloomed,Each blossom is all but lostIn the next—One flame in a glowOf green-veined rhodonite;So is heaven a crystal magnificenceOf starsPowdered lightly with blue.For this one nightMy spirit has turned honey-mothAnd has made of the starsIts flowers.So all uncountable are the starsThat heaven shimmers as a web,Bursting with lightFrom beyond,A light exquisite,Immeasurable!For this one nightMy spirit has dared, and been caughtIn the web of the stars.Though your beauty were a netOf unimagined power,It could not hold me tonight;For I am all spirit.
Though your beauty be a flowerOf unimagined loveliness,It cannot lure me tonight;For I am all spirit.
Though your beauty be a flower
Of unimagined loveliness,
It cannot lure me tonight;
For I am all spirit.
As in the billowy oleander,Full-bloomed,Each blossom is all but lostIn the next—One flame in a glowOf green-veined rhodonite;So is heaven a crystal magnificenceOf starsPowdered lightly with blue.
As in the billowy oleander,
Full-bloomed,
Each blossom is all but lost
In the next—
One flame in a glow
Of green-veined rhodonite;
So is heaven a crystal magnificence
Of stars
Powdered lightly with blue.
For this one nightMy spirit has turned honey-mothAnd has made of the starsIts flowers.
For this one night
My spirit has turned honey-moth
And has made of the stars
Its flowers.
So all uncountable are the starsThat heaven shimmers as a web,Bursting with lightFrom beyond,A light exquisite,Immeasurable!
So all uncountable are the stars
That heaven shimmers as a web,
Bursting with light
From beyond,
A light exquisite,
Immeasurable!
For this one nightMy spirit has dared, and been caughtIn the web of the stars.
For this one night
My spirit has dared, and been caught
In the web of the stars.
Though your beauty were a netOf unimagined power,It could not hold me tonight;For I am all spirit.
Though your beauty were a net
Of unimagined power,
It could not hold me tonight;
For I am all spirit.