Day After Day of This Azure May

The blood of the spring has swelled in my veins; Night after night of broad moonlight, A mystical dream has dazzled my brains.

A seething might, a fierce delight, The blood of the spring is the wine of the world; My veins run fire and thrill desire, Every leaf of my heart’s red rose uncurled.

A sad, sweet calm, a tearful balm, The light of the moon is the trance of the world; My brain is fraught with yearning thought, And the rose is pale, and its leaves are furled.

Oh, speed the day then, dear, dear May, And hasten the night, I charge thee, O June! When the trance divine shall burn with the wine, And the red rose unfurl all its fire to the moon.