Your image looms into my mind, Like castle in the air. Your words still whisper to my heart Like winds into the lonely lair. I still remember those eyes and hair You have adorned with stars and lights. All tenderness and dreamy beauty, I still so ...
I carved an image coloured like the night,
Winged with huge wings, stern-browed and menacing,
With hair caught back, and diademed like a king
The left hand held a sceptre, and the
II, in my intricate image, stride on two levels,
Forged in man's minerals, the brassy
Laying my ghost in metal,
The scales of this twin world tread on the double,
Under the image of Buddhaall these spring flowersseem a little tiresome
I
However the image enters
its force remains within
my eyes