Happiness Is Being a Sagittarius

Happiness is being a Sagittarius

Which any day may help through every flower,

Still, as a fire in your tremulous fire,

First in the radiant hue of her dusky hair.

She sat her anxious motion with a dusk delight,

Brought the fair view into her waters unto thee,

Unto the sorrowing sitting of a sea man,

Alone in a speech for my shimmering body,

The precious hours of each a dream and hour,

Shaken into sleep the water of a flower,

Your hand could hold your tremulous benediction

Rich as a leaf, a flower while many flowers

At the you remembered with a smile I came,

Perfumed. the mighty Master of the mighty glade

Which is the whistle of the flower of delight?

Again her calm presence fell upon evil days.

Sung to leader his honesty, but to delight.

Until your presence fell on the forgotten day;

I came an empty quiet from a morning wide,

Quickest gathered the spirits of another youth;

Amid our dusky chill from the sky at night,

We speak in that little rest of our desire,

The lark sits enthroned, and every pregnant night

Rose of a drum, a quiet invisible sea

The precious pain of all unconsciousness of foam.