Direct glumness to the magenta skies,
And hold fast as shadows depart thy face;
Where angels’ wings of gold do galvanize,
And life well before thee, no sorrow trace.
As ceiling ‘tis as masters hath tinted,
So bright that hate cannot before it live
In its blazing glory eyes hath squinted;
For such color to the ether doth give.
Radiant skies summon mine own unto thee,
And remove all faint sadness and ill health
That by thy shimmering light I can see
The brightness in the world for all its wealth
So look on angel hue in passion’d sky
For life lived in color may thee ne’er die.