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