Bright Star

Bright star, I wish I was strong as thou art–
Not in solo glory aloft at night
And watching, with my constant lids apart,
A natural, nocturnal burst of light,
Moving surf at its daily, holy task
Of ablution for all us human boors,
Or gazing on a softly-falling mask
Of snow upon tall mountains and low moors–
No–although still unchanging, proud and tall,
Pillow’d upon my fair companion’s lung
To always know its soft trip up and fall
Always conscious and loving, always young,
Knowing inhalation, not old too soon
And so stay always–or I’ll faint and swoon.

“Pillow’d” was in this parody’s original vocabulary, punctuation and all. I’m lucky!


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