The lamps and the rugs
Of the vigil make the noise
Of waves in the night
Along the hull and around the steerage
The lamps and the rugs
The sea of the vigil, like Emily's breasts
The hangings, halfway up
Where dart the vigil doves

The plaque of the black hearth
Real suns of seashores
Ah Magic wells!
Only sight of dawn, this time
The sea of the vigil
Where dart the vigil doves