LUCIFER - (pages 3-4)
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'Down from the spheres do I come
Though dreadful the commotion,
My father is the vaulted dome,
My mother is the ocean.

 

For I have left my realm to keep
Obedience to your command;
Born of the zenith and the deep
Here I before you stand.


O come, fair child of royal birth,
Cast this your world aside,
For Lucifer has flown to earth
To claim you as his bride.


And you will live till time is done
In castles built of sky,
And all the fish will be your own,
And all the birds that fly.'


'O, beautiful you are, good Sire,
As but an angel prince could be,
But to the course that you desire
I never shall agree.


Strange, as your voice and vaster show,
I live while you are dead;
Your eyes gleam with an icy glow
Which fills my soul with dread.'

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One day went past, and went past two,
Then o'er the castle dark,
Fair Lucifer again to view
Shone forth his lustrous spark.


And scarce his beam waved bright above,
Her dreams to him were borne,
Her heart again by aching love
And cruel longing torn.


'Come down, good Lucifer and kind,
O lord of my aspire,
And flood my chamber and my mind
With your sweetest fire!'




Now, as he heard her tender cry
With pain he faded out,
And lightning flew about the sky,
Which wheeled and rocked about;


Around the earth a lurid glow
Poured like a torrent race,
Till out of its chaotic flow
There grew a human face;


About the head dark wisps of hair
Girt with a crown of flame,
And through the sun-illumined air
Borne up by truth he came.


His arms of rounded marble sheen
Did 'neath a cloak of raven show,
And sad and thoughtful was his mien
And pallid was his brow.


Bright eyes he had that seemed to tell
Of strange chimeric bonds;
And deep they were as passion's spell,
And dark as moonlit ponds.


- Down from the spheres have I flown,
Though terrible my flight;
My father wears Apollo's crown,
My mother is the night.


O come, fair child of royal birth,
Cast this your world aside,
For Lucifer has flown to earth
To claim you as his bride.


A starry halo from the skies
About your hair will fall,
And you among the spheres will rise
The proudest of them all."


- O, beautiful you are, good Sire,
As but a demon prince could be,
But to the course of your desire
I never shall agree.


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