1. She rose not in her arc
Except that the rainbow's arc appeared

2. A soul yet no mere soul
A spirit but no phantom

3. A spark one glimpses
And yearns when glimpsed

4. Yet I'm not one to drink of her
Or seek her favours

5. Nor I one to embrace her
Or light lamps in welcome

6. But I praise her
Caprice dictating whom I praise