At dawn, she taught me tenderness and love,
Breathed beauty she had borrowed from above.
So sweetly by that sylvan, starlit stream
She dallied in my diamond-dusted dream.
At noon, she went and wandered far from home
For fuller freedom frantically did roam.
Myself; I pined away in perfect pain,
Without her touch I slowly went insane.
At dusk, she sought me out when moon was full,
To save me from dark days, distinctly dull.
Restoring sense and soul and sanity;
She made a man from madness that was me!