Beauty vane, oh maiden’s bower <br />Though night be far, still far away <br />How chance thee fly in early hour <br />To seek the light of day? <br /> <br />Does not your own bed satisfy? <br />What crave you more that you should stray <br />Into the waning light’s supply <br />To wrest the light of day? <br /> <br />‘Fore twilight’s door you find your place <br />Though stars unseen, immortal play <br />They bide their time true to their race <br />No need for light of day <br /> <br />Oh, lady pure heed not at all <br />The siren dawn nor noontide’s ray <br />Heed not the lie that to you, calls <br />Thy need for light of day <br /> <br />Your beauty grows in darkened bed <br />Your countenance, of azure fey <br />As you have to your chambers fled <br />Do scorn the light of day <br /> <br />We mortals here in shadow 'bide <br />‘Neath thy mantle’s gloried array <br />Boon to lover’s, poets and tide <br />‘Till new, the light of day<br /><br />Christopher Thor Britt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/light-of-day-6/
