Evensong

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Evensong

Sonnet — An Invocation To The Master #364

I mused for Thee an evensong to tame
The harsh austerity of the severe noon,
Draped in verses of a vermillion rhyme
And swaying stately along a setting sun.

A stage I fashion upon the horizon line,
The wonder border cleaving the hemisphere,
A ripened day and a night new-born
Are voices assembled on the stage there.

On vast of the skies the far-flung choir
For a million-voiced chorus of harmonies,
The gods of harp and lute there gather
To accompany the evensong with melodies.

At a beginning moment my evensong for Thee sounds
And a worshipful mood now seizes all the universe.