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.