- Waves of Glory
On her silver earring hung the moon,
it dangled from her lonely little lobe,
and glisten faintly through her ebon hair,
while wavy tresses wandered evening’s globe.
Long colored ribbons tied up in a bow,
flow smoothly down to tug on every heart.
My angel, when you toss your forlorn head,
what longing strands of glory you impart.
