alternate identity
12-24-2009, 12:06 PM
My darling Lisa, the stars and the dewfall
Have covered your hilltop with light
The wind in the lilies that blossom around you
Goes bearing your name from the height;
My girl, you are all of the night.
A ship out of shadow bears homeward by starlight,
By stars, and the loom of your hill;
A hand at a brow is uplifted in peering,
Saluting and shaking with chill;
My girl, are you waiting there still?
I’ll sing you a song about my darling Lisa
With stars like a crown in her hair,
Sing of her memory ranging before me
Wherever the way that I fare,
My joy is to know she is there.
The son shall ride home on the surf of the starling,
And leap to the shores of the sky,
Take wing on the wind, and the odor of lilies
And my darling Lisa-ward fly,
And whisper your name where you lie.
So softly you hear it, now my darling Lisa,
But soon it rings joyful and clear,
And soon, in the shadow and dew of your hilltop,
A star-guided footfall rings near,
My only beloved, I’m here.
Sleep soft once again, if you wake in your darkness,
Sleep knowing you are my delight.
As long as the stars wheel the years down the heavens,
As long as the lilies bloom white,
My darling, I kiss you goodnight.
Stolen from Poul Anderson, but I still love her.
AI
Have covered your hilltop with light
The wind in the lilies that blossom around you
Goes bearing your name from the height;
My girl, you are all of the night.
A ship out of shadow bears homeward by starlight,
By stars, and the loom of your hill;
A hand at a brow is uplifted in peering,
Saluting and shaking with chill;
My girl, are you waiting there still?
I’ll sing you a song about my darling Lisa
With stars like a crown in her hair,
Sing of her memory ranging before me
Wherever the way that I fare,
My joy is to know she is there.
The son shall ride home on the surf of the starling,
And leap to the shores of the sky,
Take wing on the wind, and the odor of lilies
And my darling Lisa-ward fly,
And whisper your name where you lie.
So softly you hear it, now my darling Lisa,
But soon it rings joyful and clear,
And soon, in the shadow and dew of your hilltop,
A star-guided footfall rings near,
My only beloved, I’m here.
Sleep soft once again, if you wake in your darkness,
Sleep knowing you are my delight.
As long as the stars wheel the years down the heavens,
As long as the lilies bloom white,
My darling, I kiss you goodnight.
Stolen from Poul Anderson, but I still love her.
AI