The Barrier
The Midnight wooed the Morning-Star,And prayed her: “Love come nearer;Your swinging coldly there afarTo me but makes you dearer!”
The Morning-Star was pale with doleAs said she, low replying:“Oh, lover mine, soul of my soul,For you I too am sighing.
“But One ordained when we were born,In spite of Love’s insistence,That Night might only view the MornAdoring at a distance.”
But as she spoke the jealous SunAcross the heavens panted.“Oh, whining fools,” he cried, “have done;Your wishes shall be granted!”
He hurled his flaming lances far;The twain stood unaffrighted—And Midnight and the Morning-StarLay down in death united!