Friday 9 October 2015



HARLEQUIN STAR



Weary of empty earthly prate,
my Harlequin Star I await
of frisking flash and 
skipping gait,
anon to glide 'pon an
inky spate,
for wretched spirits to elate...

Wherefore, dear Star,
doth thy fire abate,
thy rainbow glow attenuate?
Thine argent flourish
hast thou shed,
a subfusc cape waveth
in its stead, 
this Night; thou affectest a
timorous tread,
as though slowed by some
nameless dread.

Fret not, dear Star, nor take
fright, bewail not
thy faltering flight 'cross
plains of livid, aqueous Light,
for thou seekest that
which thy soul hath seen,
each radiant stound,
the darkness between.

'Pon this wintry tryst, dear Star,
do not quail; thy name 
didst thou etch 'long this 
louring trail. Fate enfoldeth thee, 
thou shallst not fail.


© 2015 Lily's Verse
Lilium Candidum

Image: EVENING STAR OVER THE SEA
Source: www.the-athenaeum.org
Artist: Evelyn de Morgan 

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