Cold on my narrow cot I lie br and in sorrow look br through my window-square of black: br br figured in the midnight sky, br a mosaic of stars br diagrams the falling years, br br while from the moon, my lover's eye br chills me to death br with radiance of his frozen faith. br br Once I wounded him with so br small a thorn br I never thought his flesh would burn br br or that the heat within would grow br until he stood br incandescent as a god; br br now there is nowhere I can go br to hide from him: br moon and sun reflect his flame. br br In the morning all shall be br the same again: br stars pale before the angry dawn; br br the gilded cock will turn for me br the rack of time br until the peak of noon has come br br and by that glare, my love will see br how I am still br blazing in my golden hell.