O Beautiful bride of mystic darkness <br />your hair does scorn the night <br />When moon-light mingles with your tresses <br />O what visual delight <br />I feel mine eyes hath never seen <br />A beauty so enrapturing <br />A lustre gently transcending <br />The moon’s seraphic glow <br />But wait a while the moon recedes <br />And day fulfils its mother call <br />The sun is big and bright and fiery <br />And now your tresses turn to gold <br />Again mine eyes hath never seen <br />A beauty so enrapturing <br />A lustre gently transcending <br />The golden summer sun <br /> <br />Written when I was aroound 18 years<br /><br />leonard daranjo<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rhythmic-chant/
