Thy Beauty in Black Candles` Light
is the dearest Vision to my Spirit
`Thou art the shining Diamond of my Crown`
Harvester I will be of the forbidden Fruits,
growing there so deliciously in the Gardens of Thy (`my`) Breast
In my dark-desirous Dreams I see us inAutumn Fields,
feeling October`s magic Breath
`Thou art the Flower that never shall wither`
The Reflection of Thy Beauty in the dancing
Candleflames creates Memories so sweet but cold
dark as Thy Black Hair, like the Raven-Face of Night
Thy Neck is like sculpture-made
Thy milky Bosom the loveliest Nature ever formed