Selene's breast of milk 'twas hewn,
It cannot hold my love for you.
Pluck one by one the bleeding stars
To spell thy name in faerie lights.

With threads of silk was ardor sewn,
The stitch to conflate every bone
Of my being to thee.
A cold, eternal harmony
Of imperfection and regret
Through bitter tears I'd soon forget
Curled in thine arms with heart abound
To give the love in which I drown.

Beseech to Eros,
Let me die!
Aloft on wings of cherubim he flies--
By blind affection cheeks have dried
To bear again a fructuous smile.

So one by one,
The stars I pluck
To spell thy name in faerie lights
'Gainst rich skirts of Ourania's gown
To give the love in which I drown
Whenst not clung to thy steady chest
Through bitter tears I'd soon forget,
And now I swear, my one regret--
That none could love thee more.

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Scarlatan, in the year 375 AF.