SOLSTICE FOES.

by Athres

The nigh even sun yellowing,
monochrome clouds nesting on high,
mottle shadows of night shy to fall,
solstice winds, trepid.

Sorrowed solstice foes, sour singing
threnodies of a love hither past,
Sombrely, fervour herded to aught,
Ardour, here, dead.

Once, dances by gaze of heavens high,
Once, love by terpischore of wave and tide,
Once, a love,
A love lost.

Solstice foes,
Abodes past of love's lantern lilies,
whence now Hades ale lay blossoms
till shroud of soured seasons.

Solstice foes, void
in cloak of sombre ailing moonshine,
Cupid's dart, here, astray,
Venus's brew, from hence, asunder,
Rati's philter, shed.

They tell, 'Love ofttimes as sweet wine,
ripens unto demise,
Love often as bud of nectar,
blossoms unto death. Love ofttimes lasts a season';
Nay!

If ever it away, sails,
ne'er,
ne'er then was it love,
for though the false rue seems,
yet is no rue of meadows,

Love is ever.