Crazed shadows, from no golden body
That I can see, embrace me warm;
All is purple and closed
Round by night's arm.
A brilliance wings from dark-lit voices,
Wild lost voices of shadows white:
See the long houses lean
To the weird flight.
Star-amorous things that wake at sleep-time
(Because the sun spreads wide like a tree
With no good fruit for them)
Pale horses ride before the morning,
The secret roots of the sun to tread,
With hoofs shod with venom
And ageless dread;
To breathe on burning emerald grasses
And opalescent dews of the day,
And poison at the core
What smiles may stray.