-Rebecca Zodinpuii

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With thy entry the night tingles
Surely Neptune rises at thy sight
And falls upon the naked shingles
As thy light oozes in the night
Overflowing upon the vast watery plain
Thy enchanting beauty not in vain

Riding upon thy silver chariot
Rule thy kingdom, dilate in spirit
Under whose shim'ring stream bathe the Naiad
Dancing with the zephyr upon the grit
Thou art the natal fountain of myth
And into our dark night sends a glit

One looks and saw a nymph
Upon the sandy shores of a stream
Dancing in the midnight wind.
Seeing thee one grows thyself a pipe dream
Till the silver sphere pierces thy heart
And all one's dream gone in a dart.

At dusk, one grows thyself a pinion
Treading along the solar walk
Till the horizon changes its opinion
And the night looses with a sulk
Thou falls from thy promontory throne
With the rise of dawn, thou art gone.

Thou indeed the amaranth of nights
On whose nectar the shepherd graze
Surely thou art the chatelaine of nights
Who swell'st not on such praise
From the beginning thou has been
To the end the Silver Queen.

Comments (1)

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written by Jonathan, August 13, 2010

Absolutely love this