I love not life,
Yet life loves me.
In flowing fields of azure silk,
And winding lanes of leafy boughs
She holds me.
Cascading blooms of palest pink,
Imposing walls of granite slope
To waters green and yellow tinged.
The blood-red sun of ancients sink,
Where life's own sea
And love's sky meet -
So blue, last rays of gold,
Night's death is born.