“I loved you, so I drew these tides of men into my hands/and wrote my will across the sky in stars”

“I wrote my will across the sky, in stars”

“I stared up at the ebbing quarter moon and the stars scattered like a handful of salt across the faraway sky...”

“At ebb tide I wrote a line upon the sand, and gave it all my heart and all my soul. At flood tide I returned to read what I had inscribed and found my ignorance upon the shore.”

“I loved you, so I drew these tides ofMen into my handsAnd wrote my will across theSky and starsTo earn you freedom, the sevenPillared worthy house,That your eyes might beShining for meWhen we cameDeath seemed my servant on theRoad, 'til we were nearAnd saw you waiting:When you smiled and in sorrowfulEnvy he outran meAnd took you apart:Into his quietnessLove, the way-weary, groped to your body,Our brief wageOurs for the momentBefore Earth's soft hand explored your shapeAnd the blindWorms grew fat uponYour substanceMen prayed me that I set our work,The inviolate house,As a memory of youBut for fit monument I shattered it,Unfinished: and nowThe little things creep out to patchThemselves hovelsIn the marred shadowOf your gift.”

“The sky, I thought, is not so grand;I 'most could touch it with my hand!And reaching up my hand to try,I screamed to feel it touch the sky.”