Copper Sun (Cullen)/To Endymion
To Endymion[1]
ENDYMION, your star is steadfast now,Beyond aspersion’s power to glitter down;There is no redder blossom on the boughOf song, no richer jewel in her crown;Long shall she stammer forth a broken note,(Striving with how improvident a tongue)Before the ardor of another throatTranscends the jubilate you have sung.
High as the star of that last poignant cryDeath could not stifle in the wasted frame,You know at length the bright immortal lieTime gives to those detractors of your name,And see, from where you and Diana ride,Your humble epitaph—how misapplied!