[I stole voices]


into my sleep a stain that chills
the closepressed trance of night
a dream of soft enchanted hills
moonshadowed bleed of light

this is the song my star foretells
I hear it in my breath
frail melancholy distant bells
the broken voice of death


luna, luna, dazzling white
liquid milkstar in the night
what sleepdancing nymph of light
veils thy flaring satellite?


I orbit wearied by the clouds
wetdrift in melancholy air
when all at once discordant sound
voicebroken languages I hear
sad whispertales the dreamchild tells
to mournful ring of golden bells


this is my thirty years to heaven
wake to my rolling from greengrove and valley
and the solsticemoon and the newborn
purpled slopes