O She Is as Lovely-Often

And tallness stood upon the sky like a sparkling mane
O she is as lovely-often as every day; the day
following the day.. the day of our lives, the brief day.
Within this moving room, this shadowy often-
ness of days where the little hurry of our lives is said..
O as lovely-often as the moving wing of a bird.
But ah, alas, sooner or later each of us must
stand before that Roman Court, and be judged free of
even such lies as I told about the imperishable beauty of
her hair. But that time is not now, and even such lies as
I said about the enduring wonder of her grace, are lies
that contain within them the only truth by which a man may live in this world.
O she is as lovely-often as every day; the day following the little day.. the day of our lives, ah, alas, the brief day.