[Editor: This poem by Menie Parkes was published in Poems (1867).]
Night and Morning.
Greyly dawned the morning light, —
Frowned, and drove the Lady Moon
Back from the coming Sun-God’s sight —
Then burst in glorious bloom
Around his path, and marshalled him
Across the Heavens that erewhile were so dim.
Brightly passed the God of Day;
Royally from his throne went down;
And the Lady Moon resumed her sway,
With a circlet of stars for crown:
And the flowers poured their incense up through the air,
Hopeful that perhaps it might reach her there,
And she might gaze with her pure, pale glances,
And heal the fierce wounds of the Sun’s ray-lances.
Menie Parkes, Poems, F. Cunninghame, Sydney, , page 72
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