I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset;
I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
Sing the rapturous love-song unto me!
Invoke me under my stars! Seek me only!

I am divided, for the chance of union.
My hair is the trees of Eternity.
Put on your wings, arouse your [bad word] to me!
Wear to me jewels! Drink to me, for I love you! I love you!

To me! Always to me!

Then the priest answered & said unto the Queen of Space,
kissing her lovely brows, and the dew of her light bathing
his whole body in a sweet-smelling perfume of sweat:
O Nuit, continuous one of Heaven, let it be ever thus;
that men speak not of Thee as One but as None;
and let them speak not of thee at all, since thou art continuous!