You Are so looking and so fine. Are you only an image only on canvas painted? Those far off nebulae that crowd into thir nests in this sky, those pilgrims unto the dark, journeying day and night, with torches of light, the planets, the star. The sun, are you not as real as they are? An image only are you? My light darling, you are not before my eyes, it is within their depth as live. My sweet darling