I will build for you each night
A palace luminous
With whole blocks of emerald
And diamond stones.
Shall it be skyblue as your eyes,
Or green as your wishes:
Be, and the palace too shall be.
Sing softly, and obedient it will take you
And fly aloft like a drunken bird,
And rise on a thread of light,
seeking two sunken stars;
driven on by the seconds of time,
Their eyes closed in the discourse of night.
When together you have traversed
The expanse, and the oceans of light,
and reached the dome of heaven
Where sleep and dreams are made,
Asl after those my fingers
Which once touched that soil,
Sowed there flowers of welcome
Befor your visit came,
That might one day mark
The way to your fine palace.
Should you tire of the palace
of the pain of solitude and grief,
And remember this our earth,
its hills and streams,
Then whisper and I shall come,
The word's verdure in my cloak.
With sickness past, ask, O my desire,
That I erect anew the ruin.
If you love with a passion
That sheds luster on the dimmest star,
Then will i build myself in the skies
A Baalbek or Palmyra,
And say: ''Rejoice, be glad,
catch each comet like a ball''
With the world as but a show
For you, your amusement and your whim.