4/14/2008

OUR SKY

for Annibale de Gasparis


Cruel and blank, thou midnight sky above,

O'ershadowing all who wake upon the earth.

No brightness lendest thou to us who move

Sleepless; we hard crave safe rest and berth.

The clouds obscure the stars; the moon ashamed

Evades our praying eyes. Time wanders lost,

Left to rememb'ring. Dog with Bull stands tamed

Like Ram; celestial order chills, its frost

Arrests sly Dragon and She safe stays chained

To weep while Wolf and Hunter curse the mist,

Intent and anxious, their swift hunt detained.

O'ercome by fog the wind doth twist

No Winged Horse; nor Lyre nor Swan befriend.

Subdued all wish for dawn—or death's dark end.

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