Diamond sparkles
Gathered on a ray,
By grey angels carryed
Whom for you they pray:your eye.

Long threads of quicksilver
Sparkling in the dark,
I touch them like a late sunset
In a fairy dream:your hair...black.

Linden forest
In wich the gods get drunk,
To wich the poets bring praise,
State of dream:your smell.

Constellations of diamonds
Connected between them by quicksilver
Spreding lime smell:
YOU!