The stars hang thick in the apple tree, <br />The south wind smells of the pungent sea, <br />Gold tulip cups are heavy with dew. <br />The night's for you, Sweetheart, for you! <br />Starfire rains from the vaulted blue. <br /> <br />Listen! The dancing of unseen leaves. <br />A drowsy swallow stirs in the eaves. <br />Only a maiden is sorrowing. <br />'T is night and spring, Sweetheart, and spring! <br />Starfire lights your heart's blossoming. <br /> <br />In the intimate dark there's never an ear, <br />Though the tulips stand on tiptoe to hear, <br />So give; ripe fruit must shrivel or fall. <br />As you are mine, Sweetheart, give all! <br />Starfire sparkles, your coronal.<br /><br />Amy Lowell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hora-stellatrix/
