And it is you
For whom the sun and all the stars
Made but a starveling's crown,
So azure was your presence
And so beamed with light.
You were the earth in which I would have laid me down,
The sea in which I would have drowned.
But the earth is dead now
And the sea cold,
And the sun and all the stars now
Are changed—
Leaving your head dishonored and uncrowned …
The sun is an ache on my own temples now
And the moon an icy cap, my cap,
The cap of a fool,
And I shake the stars for bells.