Up for the dawn with coffee in hand, and a blanket for two, for the sunrise this morning felt colder than most. And inspiration came to me in the form of a fragment of old poem that I know, succinctly, by heart.
But Psyche, uplifting her finger
Said Sadly this star I mistrust
Her pallor I strangely mistrust
Oh, hasten! Oh, let us not linger!
Oh, fly, let us fly, for we must
In terror she spoke letting sink her Wings
until they trailed in the dust
In agony sobbed, letting sink her
Plumes till they trailed in the dust
Till they sorrowfully trailed in the dust.
I replied this is nothing but dreaming
Let us on by this tremulous light
Let us bathe in this crystalline light
It's sybilic splendor is beaming
With Hope and in Beauty tonight
See it flickers up the sky through the night!
Ah, we safely may trust to its gleaming
And be sure it will lead us aright
We safely may trust to a gleaming
That cannot but guide us aright
Since it flickers up to Heaven through the night
