My little boat unmoored, br I’ve drifted under stars, br but do not see the Lord, br just Artemis and Mars. br br Above the deep, dark lake, br the moonlight’s never said: br 'dawn is about to break br and heaven turn bright red.' br br Across the waves, an owl br has borne away its prey, br and something on the prowl br blasphemes the light of day. br br The hope a mooncalf follows br is sacrifice for slaughter, br and yet the wings of swallows br still skip across the water.