Woman with the strange and beautiful name,
as the world turns and an orchestra plays
a rhapsody on the sun’s flame,
we meet on a dance-floor of the days.
Let us not be too careful then,
and in a dull step that is so admired,
circle away from a miracle-binding “when” –
let the light dance, and each one be desired!
Not for your name has my heart taken fire;
and yet in that the best of you in play
sings, springs, laughs, lives. Next to you entire
is a word of light that I’ll love, if I may.
Not only then a name-sound shall I relish;
but more, a nameless person I shall cherish.