Swoon
A Ghost,
Encroached amongst
The vast porticos
Of acquiescent mind;
Swoons
Unto a time
When dream's arousal
Swayed with the insatiable
To Love's drinking in
The immensity of a gentle sky
For there were no anguished winds then
And a voluptuous calm,
Transcending along
The night's velvet shade,
Would impose upon the universe
A beautiful portrait.
