The Blue Bird (Custance)/Endymion

by Olive Custance

For works with similar titles, see Endymion.

ENDYMION

Your hair was like a honey-coloured flameSeen through a veil of silver when you cameAnd took me in your arms that winter night . . .The moonlight, amorous of your golden hair,Toyed with it softly, as a woman mightWith some bright treasure, delicate and rare.

O, young Endymion, risen from the dead,Born once again to beauty, O bright head!The moon stoops low to kiss you, as of old;Stoops graciously from her great throne of pearl,With outstretched arms mysterious and cold . . .But you have left her for a mortal girl.