Sunday, December 11, 2011

The Star upon the Right

This fated wall betwixt our parchéd lips
May stay our loves surrender for a time.
Just think this stone the sea; and we two ships,
That navigate by northern starry shine.

I pray thee watch when bright Polaris glows,
But not at him; I’d rather on his right.
I would protect this bud of passion’s rose
From all who sow their evil weeds at night.

My queen deserves a starlit crown her own,
Not one polluted by his pomp and name.
How many wretched ‘sweethearts’ vow and moan
To that cruel monarch: sure upon his fame?

I know our nameless star outshines them all:
For us a refuge twixt this fated wall.






Painting: "Night" by Edward Robert Hughes

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