Saoirse Killion ’21
By Moonlight’s Hes’tant Glow By moonlight’s hes’tant glow, you whisper truth. Confessions pour, so shy, from starstruck eyes. If I could trace with ink your dewy youth, Time primrose petalled lips would dare defy. Tears drip in melancholy hush! Are you So scared of your soft, shimm’ring image now? You think I paint with oil of opal hue, Yet love might fade with golden sunset’s bow. But never could your beauty I forget, You are my one true muse—my stolen heart. This moment will endure, time touch us yet. Entwine your hands with mine; my love is art. Your kiss so sweet will always linger near— Much more than image is a drawing, dear.
Cole FitzGibbons ’21
Venus as the Star Do rouse and reinvigorate this frame, O Star of Morn and Eve, O Venus, Love’s Own Liege, as dams to newborn foals proclaim Their love, more full than even His, the Dove’s. Just as the happiest expires, his keen Love lying in his arms, so bless tonight My slumber. Hasten, though, capricious Queen; I cannot yet discern your lambent light, And if you fail today, I will not rest. For dawns and days I can endure your leave, But when to bed I must go uncaressed, The fear of solitude I can’t relieve. The happy birth and sleeps of this here husk Reclaim if for your presence at my dusk. 59
