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.

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Lilium Candidum

Image: DAUGHTERS OF THE MIST

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Artist: Evelyn de Morgan

HELIOS

Thy vital Fire an immortal spark kindled, 

thou glorious Day Star, 

guardian of pledges, bestower of sight. 

Awaken, Elysium's mighty

instrument, by its law commissioned to 

rain Gold 'pon gods and mortals alike,

for the Anemoi and the Horae

thy command await.

Thy golden chariot prepare, thy flaming

steeds bridle, for streams

of Life and Hope to shower 'pon squalor

and splendour, 'pon the

virtuous and depraved. By thy renewing

radiance shall they be

purged of their inmost darkness.

Rouse man from his slumber, his body

nourish, his spirit enliven

with the gods' own light. Their

benevolence bespeak in

hearths and hearts, for at thy doors of

mercy shall all receive.

Thine aureole upon fields alights, births

myriad miniature Suns, that

Earth thy hues may wear thro' Night's

reign. In their earth stained

hearts, thou blazing sphere, dost thou

secrete thy shadows, for such are

Earth's domain, thus mortals premise. 

No honour dost thou covet, nor divine

accolade. Godlike art thou,

yet, 'pon earthly realms not deathless. 

Thy splendour shall dim,

thy children perish; thy guttering flame

shall new worlds thro' stellar mists espy.

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Lilium Candidum

Image: HELIOS AS THE PERSONIFICATION OF DAY (edited)

Artist: Anton Raphael Mengs

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SHADOW

Her deepest self the dance of

Sunlight renders 'pon 

Spring's canvas. Of darkness 

wrought, this shrouded

vessel her brightest blessings 

embosoms, by night and 

by day, a haven for memories 

of beatitude and torment.

Rubies of felicity, onyxes of

deepest dolour,

emeralds of hope, amethyst

stars of transcendence, 

she layers between misty veils.

This trove's golden key to Dawn

she entrusts; 

to the goddess alone she grants

custodianship of

her treasures. With tears of joy

and woe she anoints

them at daybreak, counts each

gem, as the Queen of Sheba 

her jewels, bathes in

their liquescent iridescence.

Alas, Eos bides but fleetingly

'pon earthly realms.

Still, ev'ry first light her shadow

shimmers, its vaults

awash in coral rays, studded with

incandescent moments,

their sparkle renewed by penance

and prayer,

by gratitude and insight.

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Lilium Candidum

Image: GATES OF DAWN (edited)

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Artist: Herbert James Draper

THE EYE AND THE SOUL

Lead me, Sleep, child of night 

and darkness, into your sunless

cave! Bid your sons, my tethers

to life's rhythm, attend me

thro' this somnolent journey!

Bright visions shall flow into

grey phantasms, many to perish

in the river of forgetfulness,

others to float upon its waves,

these playthings of tempests

and currents.

Their brethren shall haunt my

waking hours, for the eye dreams

by night and by day, reminisces

thro' every breath, each moment 

a kaleidoscopic rendering of

the selfsame fragments, 

of yesterdays and tomorrows.

Memory is its palette, imagination,

its wellspring, oft melding into

consciousness, plotting day's

images with its stylus, colouring

its spaces with illusions.

Impasto of perception and verity,

of deception and clarity, it renders

upon the mind's canvas, images

contrived to please the ego.

Truth eludes the eye, the ego, for it

is the province of the Soul.

This Beauty, more resplendent than

all Earth shall ever see, soars

thro' realms of the Infinite Eye 

behind watercolour skies.

The eye and the Soul; their fates the

Universe intertwined, this mystical

marriage ordained, for, as one

traverses earthly paths, the other

charts its triumphal progression

beyond the Golden Gates.

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NIGHT WITH HER TRAIN OF STARS

Artist: Edward Robert Hughes

SPIRE

Atop a blooming spire I reigned,

Spring's verdant spreads surveyed;

'neath faerie skies with sisters fair

to vernal music swayed.

Alas, dull clouds my course presaged,

'pon dark earth now I lie;

tho’ fruiting's gift I am denied,

I would live, ere I die.

'Neath blossom'd canopy I rest,

my eyes the Sun's arc trace;

erelong shall hallowed gilded rays

my path to Heaven grace.

My gaze 'pon lilys' nimbus falls -

their mists the glade perfuse;

a silver spear of crane flies trails

to sedges’ fir’lit hues.

O'er breezes’ sun-kissed notes he glides

'pon pallid gauzy wings,

oft tarries, sudden darts as tho,

cast forth from faery slings.

As car’vels fey would I a spell

o'er scented flurries sail;

my sparkle wanes as evening falls,

at dawn shall my breath fail.

A starling trills, his joyful song

the violet air pervades;

the gloaming now betimes descends,

my heady fragrance fades.

A breeze my drooping form revives,

restoring vapours show'rs,

the Moon’s soft rills 'pon Earth cascade,

with pearl tint fallen flow'rs.

The woodsman's homeward path we deck

with wimpling streams of light;

our flames, tho’ swift their brightness ebbs,

the swells of darkness smite.

Our kin this earthly service done,

shall life’s sweet tides abate,

my torment cease, my petals droop,

eternal sleep await.

Of white walks thro' the clouds I dream,

of dewy swathes on high,

Anon shall yon azure bells chime,

leagued with dawn's gentle eye.

Thro’ waves celestial I shall drift

o'er morning's crimson beams,

atop a Golden Spire to rest,

if this He fitting deems.

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Lilium Candidum

Image source: kaifineart.com
Artist: John William Godward

SPRING'S WAY

Flowers of her reverie Zephyrus
scatters to the skies, meadows
of leafless alabaster moulds
from brume and dawn;
'mid their airy swells her course
she charts, scented delights of
vernal feasting contrives.

Dreams and waking in her breath
unite, in her golden fingers
poised, for Elysium's will to trace
'pon earthly spreads.
Moments silent tread in deference
to Zeus' emissary, divine agency
of birth and blossoming. 

Nacred green she melds into violet
fringing primrose;
tangled branches, supple, sinuous,
into bowers she braids, for the Sun
to ensnare, for his radiance
to rain into willing hearts, whence  
her victory she proclaims.

Silvered bells her praises ring,
as the myrtle with pearly blooms
she dusts. Gilded goblets gleeful
girth glowing waters,
their nectar with perfumed showers
alloy, her sacred realm pledge,
her restoring reign. 

Thrushes' songs 'pon verduous
waves glide, with her own tune
merge. This varicoloured carillon
into the enchanted air she flings,
for the Horae to honour, for this
ancient sequence to exalt,
for the glory of Time.

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THE WOOD NYMPH

My treasured lyr' I joyful string,
sweetest paeans to Spring compose;
with meadow larks my sisters sing,
as 'pon her green robes they repose.

The woods she fills with violet scents,
with purple stars the hedges studs;
o'er barren boughs she loving bends,
into the dawn bids bashful buds.

'Neath her touch, tender petals swell,
jubilant hues the valleys throng;
of such the chirping minstrels tell,
blooms' whispers weave into their song.

Her fragrance mingles with the tides,
as dawn's mist hovers o'er the lake;
'pon gilded wafts she gentle glides,
drifts of bluebells leaves in her wake.

Her pale beams o'er the treetops swirl,
as honey thro' the branches run;
'long tender bark sweet droplets pearl,
as jewels glisten in the sun.

Her blooming would I emulate,
may vernal chimes my refrains trim;
my airs to her realms elevate, 
as earthly souls with her light brim.

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Lilium Candidum

Image: A SEA SPELL

Source: fineartarchives.com

Artist: Dante Gabriel Rossetti