Sol 5.6

  1. Had you but witnessed a night I spent

    in my courtyard—an obeyed king, nay, an angel—

  2. when the citrons seemed solid gold,

    and its pitch-dark depths were golden, blazing and running molten,

  3. and waxen stars, their light redoubled,

    all radiant—you would have sat with the stars and the celestial sphere.

Sol 5.6