Féerie. Enchantment

ENCHANTMENT

THE slender moon pours forth a sacred glimmer, All robed in a tissue of fine silver beams, Upon the marble bases where the Shadow dreams Her chariot of pearl an iridescent shimmer.

For the silken swans who lightly brush the reeds And forward faintly luminous as plumed ships nose, She gathers in infinity a snowy rose Whose petals dropping on the water circles breed...

Is this life?... O rapture of sensual desert sighs Where the feeble plash of silvery water dies, Its crystal echoes at a secret threshold spent...

Confused by roses soft then must the flesh commence To tremble, if a cry of fatal diamonds blent Cracks with the close of day all the fable immense.