by Hervey Allen
Lyric Interlude Astronomical
Spin, Top of the Ages, spin!
Sun-gilt upon your western and oriental rim;
Peer from your red-gold frame of dawn and sunset
With your gracious face of hooded-waters.
Gaze longingly upon the moon,
Like lover at the dead face of his darling.
Has not the moon died for desire of you,
Pursing cold lips up through the ages
For the kiss withheld by space?
Ah! What a heat if you could come together!
Circle, Moon, weave your deadly ovals
Till your tidal spell has drawn the Earth to sleep
And her still face will gaze across at yours.
But meantime, Earth, down whirling ages
Cast your cloak of shadow on your silent lover
While you spin, Planet, spin!
Last updated January 14, 2019