Poem by Charles Tennyson Turner

Orion

HOW oft I’ve watched thee from the garden croft,
  In silence, when the busy day was done,
Shining with wondrous brilliancy aloft,
  And flickering like a casement ’gainst the sun!
I’ve seen thee soar from out some snowy cloud,
  Which held the frozen breath of land and sea,
Yet broke and severed as the wind grew loud—
  But earth-bound winds could not dismember thee,
Nor shake thy frame of jewels: I have guessed
  At thy strange shape and function, haply felt
  The charm of that old myth about thy belt
And sword; but most, my spirit was possessed
By His great Presence, who is never far
From his light-bearers, whether man or star.

1. Missing the Meteors
2. The Lion’s Skeleton
3. The Buoy-Bell
4. The Lattice at Sunrise
5. Our Mary and the Child Mummy

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