Memory inflamed the mote in my eye
in the still watch of the night,
then tears rolled down.
Then came the night,
enveloping us as if
it had no day.
All night I watched the Gemini until the first of them began to set,
And sent my glance on the trail of a tribe
that was drawn far off from land to land,
then disappeared.
And weeping till the stars blazed forth
as if no vast expanses held them
back from me
For him who had he, living, heard the herald
of my death, would have led forth horsemen
veiled in dust.