VISION

Eosphorus I sought that blessed
dawn, for by his glow those
sinless hours to pass, for my own
soul's silence to seek, ere
day's clamour its peace consumed.

His fair mother I invoked,
when sudden the air effloresced!

Out of the deep stillness, nymphly
shapes rose into the pale,
waking light, clad in veils of argent
and gold, with rainbows girded.

As spirits in an enchanted dream
they curled and wound
thro' the growing mist, as
diaphanous violet ribbons 
into their floating forms merged.

Each moment a hallowed harmony
of hues and motion held;
the shallow glimmer of their 
vestments the cool air threaded,
at daybreak to gild and
silver early Winter's song. 

'Twas as though these divine sprites
to the condition of Nature's
music aspired, for this vision, 
this apotheosis of beauty,
my weary soul restored, as though
from Elysium's own chalice
I had imbibed.

© 2015 Lily's Verse

Lilium Candidum

Image: DAUGHTERS OF THE MIST

Source: commons.wikimedia.org

Artist: Evelyn de Morgan