Vigils

IIIThe lamps and the rugsof the vigil make the noiseof waves in the nightalong the hull and around the steerage...The lamps and the rugs...The sea of the vigil, like Emily's breaststhe hangings, halfway up...where dart the vigil dovesThe plaque of the black hearthreal suns of seashoresAh Magic wells!Only sight of dawn, this time.The sea of the vigilWhere dart the vigil doves