Orryl Oak
03-12-2007, 02:12 PM
MORNINGRISE
Wistful at your memory
Your nearness late has moulded me-
Like the grass next the high beech copse
At the graying of eastern regions
You are gone! You are gone!
(Night's silk falling stops)
As the dew Queen's mothy legions
UNFINISHED SONG (after Thomas Hardy)
I danced at the fayre with a straw-hatted miss
Her eyes with rare lovingkindess shone
In time whomever shall know them his
He I shall envy, forever on
FIRST PRINCESS OF THE JUPITER MOONS
Orange-haired spacenymph in your terrestrial dress
Let me hold you in my Sun's early light
Yours are the skies spiral galaxies caress
In the embrace of inviolate Night
Wistful at your memory
Your nearness late has moulded me-
Like the grass next the high beech copse
At the graying of eastern regions
You are gone! You are gone!
(Night's silk falling stops)
As the dew Queen's mothy legions
UNFINISHED SONG (after Thomas Hardy)
I danced at the fayre with a straw-hatted miss
Her eyes with rare lovingkindess shone
In time whomever shall know them his
He I shall envy, forever on
FIRST PRINCESS OF THE JUPITER MOONS
Orange-haired spacenymph in your terrestrial dress
Let me hold you in my Sun's early light
Yours are the skies spiral galaxies caress
In the embrace of inviolate Night