it is addressed thusly:
A fragment.

it reads:
The first sphere that comes in view
Is our night's reflector
A globe-in-globe of silver hue
In dark our dame director.

The angel's life is imaged there,
On second-day recall them;
And as servants, shields in air
Darts and stones, we stall them.

Of hunt and war against the wild;
A far and cold and lonely child.

So are Luna's children.

1 comment:

  1. A night as bright as noon
    A noon as dark as night
    When dimly shone pearlescent moon
    Dissolves in Solar Light


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