She cried  yet tried Again to dream  Of morns agleam  'neath liquid moonbeams Confounded with stellar promenade Consumed in cicada's serenade Crestfallen yet not dismayed Reaffirming the promises made Like ember concealing spark profound Rose she from ashen ground(s) Presaging dawn to eclipsed surround(s) Keeping world warm and astound A Virago she's although uncrowned