Retrograde Motion

Though I never thought to leave you Even though I meant to linger, Now it seems I must abandon– Nay, but take a brief hiatus, Even as the palmers do. Still, you’ve reared me well, and I will Shed a tear to go. But you are  Ever in my thoughts, and when my Errand’s done, I’ll come again.

You hop about in cap of grey quite wary of my eye, but when you spout your lively lay, you’re never very shy. Your name’s a cruel homonym for vermin in the trap, but in dun coat with tawny trim you’re such a dapper chap.

The World has hid her sprightly face behind a pearly gossamer veil,  that while she waits her coming groom  no man may see her maiden eyes. Though she was long a charge of night, he is not loth to let her go, for he but fostered her a while, ‘till one arose to take his place. The East proclaims her lover comes in splendour: robed in violet hues, to raise her from her humble state and rend in her a wondrous change. And as his face looks o’er the hills it beams to see her waiting there. He casts aside the vexing veil and wraps her in his loving arms.

I fought to push the sleep away, but long beneath the sheet I lay. At last, I rose to start the day, and then the rain came down. The kettle in the kitchen sighed all pensive for what would betide. I sipped my tea all bleary eyed as still the rain came down. I turned the pages to the sound of liquid bullets coming down and watched my garden slowly drown as loud the rain came down. And though I want so much to stay, that tyrant time pulls me away. I step out bold to meet the fray as still the rain comes down.

A canopy of cloud is coming down to touch the glist’ning ground, and birds are not yet singing. And people in their beds are dreaming, fears forestalled by a steady sound: the hourly bells are ringing. The violet velvet sky is stirring life upon the dismal downs, and soft the birds are singing. The gentry rise with drowsy grumbling: souls that to the world are bound. The hourly bells are ringing. At last the scarlet veil is lifting, and Earth is shown in glory crowned, and still the birds are singing; the hourly bells are ringing.

  When the planets had been set in their motion, Atestalume called all the Æteslae together to hold council. They came all to him, and he gave to them this charge, “My brothers and sisters, this world: the seas, land, and all the stars beyond, Umare has placed in our care. Look therefore to the tasks you have been given. Tend the Earth, guard its inhabitants, and teach them to sing the song of Umare. For he taught us to sing it first that we might spread it throughout all creation and grow further what he has begun.” And all present swore to be faithful to Umare and honour Atestalume, whom Umare had appointed to rule them.  Each of them set to the tasks they had been given. As they work, they sang each their own harmony which they learned from Umare, and the stars where they dwelt altered their dances in response to the new sound. Arwevina was found the most glorious of the singers, and his star and tower shone brightest among them all save only those of Atestalume and Nyeva...