Invocation

By Clara Shanafelt

20th Century


O Glass-Blower of time,
         Hast blown all shapes at thy fire?
Canst thou no lovelier bell,
         No clearer bubble, clear as delight, inflate me --
Worthy to hold such wine
         As was never yet trod from the grape,
Since the stars shed their light, since the moon
         Troubled the night with her beauty?

DayPoems Poem No. 1332
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