…borne by silent wind away.
Awakening, her perfume breathes the wind, sweet reminiscence,
Bestowed upon her morning’s golden kiss, she blooms, she blushes,
Innocent, O queen in candid gown, silken, enchanting,
Beauty, empress of the bleeding dusk, his heart thy chattel:
Blossoms all to death succumb; remain but blackened fragments borne by silent wind
Glittering, the heartblood of the earth, O treasure cherished,
Like water-gleam in crevices infused, her vibrant art’ries;
Ornaments, adornments finely wrought and deftly flourished,
Splendour of majesty, sun’s repose, soft light unblemished:
As the starlight ebbs, the moonlight wanes, the sunlight, bleeding, dies,
Thou shalt end in rust.