Starchild

Starlight:
Veiled behind a midnight blue.

I beseech thee;
Under silencing thought
An utterance:
Fruitful in thine immortal wisdoms.

Did once we know a familiar belonging?
A solemn truth—everlasting;
Never to be known again

An immeasurable reach
That cossets thy cast.

Doth thou have a name?
Unhastily given—
Rightfully earned.

Where shall thee reside,
As spring soon takes hold?

Heed thy call!
Beneath thy darkened hour.
Still shadows immure
Beyond thy serene visage.

Ever shall thee return;
Above all living things,
Held in thine own majesty.

Will thy know me then?
Another turn past.
Yet, here I shall remain.