ANIMA LUNAE 
I2I 
 
With gold hair curling like the spring sun’s gold, 
And blue eyes where stars lurked for happiness, 
And lithe with all a young fawn’s loveliness. 
Such are the dwellers of the fire that fold 
Fine wings in wanton ecstasy, and sleep 
Where the thin tongues of glory leap 
Up from the brazen hold 
And far majestic keep 
Of Djinn, the Lord of elemental light. 
But he beheld some sight 
Beyond that city’s joy :  his gentle word 
The old king gently heard. 
(This king was Zôhra’s father) “ Lord and king 
Of love’s own city, give me leave to wing 
A fervid flight to yonder hills of night. 
Not that my soul is weary of the light 
And lordship of thy presence :  but in tender dream 
I saw myself on the still stream 
Where the lake goes toward the mountain wall. 
These little lives and loves ephemeral 
Seemed in that dream still sweet :  yet even now 
I turned the shallop’s prow 
With gathering joy toward the lampless mountains. 
I heard the four bright fountains 
Gathering joy of music—verily 
I cannot understand 
How this can be, 
Yet—I would travel to that land.” 
So all they kissed him—and the boy was gone. 
But when the full moon shone