The forest's gloom has deepened now,
Its burnished bronze fast run to gray
Beneath the mighty cedar bough
Where veery song has passed away!.
And soon Orion will once more
Kneel down at Eridanus' shore
And Phaeton's plight with tear endow
The passage into night from day!.
Adrift in Mare Cognitum
I scarcely seem to feel the tide
Of all I found so wearisome
When I made pause to subdivide
And analyze the warp and woof
Of simple gifts beyond reproof
As harvest time's chrysanthemum
Amask in dew at morningtide!.
If I ascend Olympus Mons
To meditate on twofold moons
Will tempest brewing in my pons
Be heightened by their perilunes
Or are these twins the Gordian knot
That know but language polyglot
The quintessential sine qua nons
Forever two as they were hewn!?
A forest gloom is home tonight
And there is mystery in the air
To beckon to an acolyte
In thrush's warbling solitaire!.
If Euclid's postulates must bend
O let me know the love unpenned
In language of the recondite
To hear Orion's quiet prayerWww@QuestionHome@Com