PORTRAIT
PORTRAIT
On a golden evening I designed
Of a little known beauty,
That always wandered
Crossing my view.
I drew as my mind
Command, obeying blindly.
Thus day I noticed,
Rarity of pictures purity
I have composed.
On the canvas of which
Torn from sleeping sky.
Cone of star I broke
Finely moving hand to mark
And thus finishing the portrait.