Her with moon trodden plow
   Herds of African cows
   Grazed on her beauty
   Fragrant and pale
  
   Young once youthful still now
   Muse to the willow and ploughed
   Fields arched with orchards
   Blooms of the stars
  
   Day whipped his black dray
   Opaque orphan of Ring Myrrh coated rider
   Guider husband to Matron the King
   Streams of yellowy mud
  
   Run to the one that I love
   Chained to the chalky
   Chalice of night.