LUCIFER - (pages 7-8)
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While should you wish at last to learn
The measure of love's bliss,
When hot my lips on yours do burn
Give back again my kiss."

 

Amused, yet with a girl's surprise
At what the youth acclaimed,
She blushed and turned away her eyes,
Half-willing, half ashamed.


'A chatterbox you were since small
With overmuch to tell,
Yet I had felt, in spite of all,
We'd suit each other well.'


But Lucifer's slow sailing spark
Crept up out of the sea
Over the horizon's arc,
Prince of eternity.


And now my wretched heart does bleed,
With tears my eyes grow dim,
Whene'er I watch the waves that speed
Across the sea to him.


While he looms with adoring ray
My grief to overthrow,
Yet ever climbs to heights away
Where mortals cannot go.


His silver beams that space defies
Sadly my watchers are
And I shall love him till I die,
Yet he be ever far.


And thus it is the days to me
Are drear as desert sand,
The nights filled with a mystery
I dare not understand...


'How childish is the way you speak.
Come on! Come, lets run away,
That all the world for us shall seek
Though no one finds the way.




And we shall nothing of this life regret
But joyous live and sprightly,
Till soon your parents you'll forget,
Nor dream your longings nightly."

*

Lucifer set out and o'er
The sky his wings extended,
And million years flew past before
As many moments ended.


A sky of stars above his way,
A sky of stars below;
As lightning flash midst them astray
In one continuous flow.


Till round his primal chaos hurled
When out of causeless night
The first, uplaming dawn unfurled
Its miracle of light.


Still further flew he ere the start
Of things of form devoid,
Spurred by the yearning of his heart,
Far back into the void.


Yet where he reach's is not the born
Not yet where eye can see;
Beyond where struggling time was torn
Out of eternity.


Around him there was naught… And still,
Strange yearning there was yet,
A yearning that all space did fill,
As when the blind forget.


- O, Father God, this knot untie
Of my celestial birth,
And praised you will be on high
And on the rolling earth.


The price you ask is little count,
Give fate another course,
For you are of fair life the fount
And of calm death the source.


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