The days are brighter when my shooting star
Shines forth her beauty and her sweet delights;
She overwhelms both Phoebus and his car,
So days can't be distinguished from the nights.
But oh what nights, when she is in my sky!
There is no darkness, no, no shame or fear.
I gaze in wonder as she wanders by
And by her fulsome light my poor eyes steer.
By her illumination all is light
And I need neither bulb or candleflame
To see the love that swallows up my sight
Or note the joy that with her coming came.
So as she flares above me, all my hours
Are blessed by her beloved meteor showers.
No comments:
Post a Comment