The firmament above this crooked crust
Came down below to view my work of art
Ether engaged sacred sunbeams to thrust
Upon her face, the beauty of thine heart
Now it is that thy face, an Angel's mask
Which brought the heavens to our earthly floor
Her likeness questioned cherubim to ask
Wherefore art thou lost Angel ye adore?
Like water did the skies return above
And I in awe assumed I aged in air
But missing were the paintings of my love
The only treasures of our brief affair
As with the sun, to art is light and life
And of this art, 'twas she, an Angel's wife!