What if the flower-like stars were angel lights
Guarding God's silence through eternal nights?
What if the purple film of those dark skies
Were fragrant curtains hiding form our eyes
The wall of jasper and the golden street
Made musical with white seraphic feet?
What of these were -- nay if all these were mine,
I still cling to earth and hold divine
Above all stars and purple clouds that float
The slender curves about your singing throat.
First published in The Lone Hand, 16 September 1919
