OUR GIRLS POEM
Alice Osborne
When the earth was
begun,
He'en bore star, moon and sun,
And o'er waters stretched great azure sky.
Beings both great and small,
Made all manner of call,
From deep cavern to treetop on high.
To Morn's endless delight,
The sun blazoned with light,
Watched he secrets of life by its flame.
Bore he love and pleasure,
In such equal measure,
That he longéd it's mirth to proclaim.
But Night, she stayed somber,
And let her mind wander,
Thinking 'life is so terribly frail.'
So with airs of duty,
She his poor Earth's beauty,
And made haven in darkness: a gaol.
Morn woke and aspied her,
Through eyes filled with slumber,
From beneath moonshine's flickering veil.
As he viewed from afar,
Thought he: 'She, like a star,
Holds my heart in that visage so pale.'
But knowing not nature,
Not mutual creator,
Doomed himself to a fate worse than death.
For she with no escort,
Hath no wish for consort,
Bares seclusion to her final breath.
So she cleavéd Morn's heart,
With a tears silver dart,
And his eyes were awakened to pain.
The sun's discordant glare,
Laid God's creatures sins bare,
He reached out for Night's hand, but in vain.
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