Helios! Blest Father, lightweaver;
Pull Your orb out of the sky, ever
So gently, thru crimson-edged clouds
Into the greene valley; let it slumber
Among daffodils and roses, an'
Myriad of other splendid flo'ers;
Garland it with ev'ry one of them!
While the land is weary, still
Half-asleep in the sapphire shadow,
Helios! Gracefully, pluck the stars
Out of night sky, as the fair maiden
Collects flo'ers for her beloved,
Garland Moon's childlike head;
The night surenders, in your embrace
Moon's pale beauty shines amber;
Day begins, anew, again!
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Author:
Joakim Bergen (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2023 02:50
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Comments1
This reminds me of the anonymous Greek hymns to the gods. I enjoyed the intensity and pureness of the evocation. Pluck the stars out of the night sky... a very fine personification. Lovely.
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