Tiger of the night
With brimming eyes
Of giant stars
With spots
Again the stars
A cluster of stars
Vestal virgins in
Of Beauty the nocturnal temple.
Shouted the crowds
Aloud
As the sea-waves
Giant one after
The other
Entering
Sound of the Ocean might
In its wild beauty raw
Up
Up in the heavens immense
In the glooms of hanging
Destinies
In the verses writ
In the night's sensuous light
A matter such for Beauty's own
Delight.
Humming the stars
The crowds of the skies
Voters of the heavens
Flocks roaming of
Beauty's particle toys
Toys of the Olympians
Their delight and
Long term wisdom
Without need of owls
Hanging on trees and
Boughs.
Tiger of the night
With brimming eyes
Of giant stars
With spots
Again the stars
A cluster of stars
Vestal virgins in
Of Beauty the nocturnal temple.
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