Nefertiti

Beneath the skies of goddess Nuit
There lies my passion's sole pursuit—
It's her, whose soul is beauty's claim,
A Nubian of Pharaoh's name:

Beauteous Nefertiti, hail!
Arise, my love, leave crook and flail,
And let us from this palace flee,
So we in silent love can be.

The moon has known our hidden plight,
And we her sacred silver light—
And all, in company as one,
Our secret keep from Aten's sun.

How joyful, though, this hidden pledge
That loving wades the Nile's edge:
That hand in hand reflects the bliss
Of lovers raptured in a kiss.

But now that crimson light and hue
Disperses all our midnight blue,
And soon that other god will rise
And cast his cope upon our skies.

So know, before alas we part,
That you, dear queen, are all my heart.
That even now I pine to see
Tomorrow's moon and you with me.