That sepulchre mist lay heavy on the fells
Covering the horizon in a downy dew
Keeping the earth warm for autumnal slumber
But in August, subject to a lonely few
A dawn risen above its swelling mask
Burns an ember blinding to the sight
And hours past, it burns ever brighter
Until descending to its nocturnal flight
By moon alone do we see its luster
Being only reflection of its former self
Pray that we have Selene at least to call upon
To echo Helios resting high upon his shelf
But raising from the swells of twilight
To find that the earth lay sheathed in haze
We glimpse the glistering sunshine
In fortune we may her glory gaze
Elsewhere may it seem forever faultless
Shining brightly as a star above
But to you in that morning of autumn
Glimpse her once in wholeness and love
THE WAYFARER 