Request a night

Ripple me a storm, father
Of still form fountain
And electric youth
Weave me a cloud, father
Sew the seams with heaven
Leave the soul, cool and leaven

Robe the evening
So all is suspend
And only up
It only bends

Play the stars out
With plucks of pure
So strong and soft
So strong and cure

Tie it with a knot, father
One ground on which
Cool and calm sits
Pin it for me, father
With nothing more than brooch
Of a silver-glimmer youth