MORTAL, mortal, have you seen <br />In the scented summer night, <br />Great Astarte, clad in green <br />With a veil of mystic light, <br />Passing on her silent way, <br />Pale and lovelier than day? <br />Mortal, mortal, have you heard, <br />On an odorous summer eve, <br />Rumors of an unknown word <br />Bidding sorrow not to grieve,— <br />Echoes of a silver voice <br />Bidding every heart rejoice? <br />Mortal, when the slim new moon <br />Hangs above the western hill, <br />When the year comes round to June <br />And the leafy world is still, <br />Then, enraptured, you shall hear <br />Secrets for a poet's ear. <br />Mortal, mortal, come with me, <br />When the moon is rising large, <br />Through the wood or from the sea, <br />Or by some lone river marge. <br />There, entranced, you shall behold <br />Beauty's self, that grows not old.<br /><br />Bliss William Carman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-queen-of-night/
