O dark archangel, fair as dusk

Phillip A. Ellis

O dark archangel, fair as dusk,
   know you not your kisses are sweet,
   albeit fleet,
and fair as attar, wine or musk?

O fallen star, divine and tall,
   fall I before, fall on my knees,
   eager to please,
because I hear your fulgent call.

O soul of stars, of planets bright,
   come and take me, seize me this hour;
   with wondrous power,
inform, enfold me, lord of night.

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