O Southern Cross, O clover of fragrant phosphorous:
it entered your body today with four holy kisses,
it traveled across the shadows and across my hat,
and the moon went circling through the cold.
Then-with my love, with my dearest-diamonds
of blue frost, calm of the sky, mirror:
you appeared, and the night filled
with your four trembling cellars of wine.
O throbbing silver of a pure polished fish,
green cross, parsley of the radiant shadows,
firefly condemned to the wholeness of the sky:
rest on me, let us close your eyes, and mine.
For one moment, sleep with the human night.
Light your four-sided constellation in me.