Silver and Roses, Henna and Myrrh

 

 

 

 

To The Mistress of Mine Augury

 

Upon the twenty-seventh day of March,

Within the fifty-second year before

The third millennium, the rainbow’s arch

Belonged upon the threshold of my door,

Because I deem that spectral bow a sign

Of Fortune’s favor and the ringing horn

Proclaiming Heaven’s bright and fair design,

Which smiled on me upon the rumored morn,

As when one night I lay beneath the Moon,

And whispered “Bar’bra Lynn” unto the night,

And, on my left, a star, appearing soon,

Shot through the welkin with a steak of light;

Portended thus a meteor on high

The rainbow’s love I hark for with a sigh.

 

 

                               Saturday, November 30, 1968

 

 

 

 

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