Am I Catalina, sweet Aurvandil?
Are you my Dawn Star, wandering
to the cold unknown, uncaring, not
burning but still alight, oh Aurvandil.
How I count your rays, Morgenstern.
How I comb my hair with you, Hesperus.
And still you are a tower impenetrable, Aurvandil.
And still I am an isthmus in your sea, adrift yet tethered
to bound earth, Eve's curse is to be the Serpent's shipwreck,
constantly combing the sands of Lucifer's skin
For pearls.
Excerpt from "Crist I"
éala éarendel engla beorhtast
ofer middangeard monnum sended
and sodfasta sunnan leoma,
tohrt ofer tunglas þu tida gehvane
of sylfum þe symle inlihtes.
Swa þu, god of gode gearo acenned,
sunu soþan fæder swegles in wuldre
Hail Day-Star! Brightest angel sent to man throughout the earth, and
Thou steadfast splendour of the sun, bright above stars! Ever Thou dost
