new zealand electronic poetry centre

 

Robin Hyde


The Desolate Star And Other Poems
 

The Desolate Star
 

Little winds of dawn come gently to them,
All the living stars, the other stars.
Dim rains passionate with scents bedew them,
My brother stars,
And I go, lonely.
Steadfast and clear their shining ó
Are the shadows, and the song of the windís pining
For ever, mine only?
 
Ah, the winds are kind to them! They know not,
They whose flowers quicken at their heart,
Of the darkness where the life-fires glow not,
Where, set apart,
I must follow, lost
On a blue roadís descending,
Which, for years that know not birth or ending,
No wayfarer has crossed.
 
Purple-plumed, the nesting twilight covers
All their golden windows. One last gleam
Shows me tranquil gardens, where go lovers
With eyes adream.
And I go, lonely,
Remembering lovelit faces ó
Is the cry of the windís going through empty spaces,
For ever, mine only?


 


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Last updated 17 February, 2003