Joan E. Clark Poems

The horses of Helios rise to cross the skies,
The pale lamp of Diana gently fades and dies,
Tears of Eos slowly melt away,
The world awakes to greet another day.
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The lamp of Phoebus slowly rose,
Shyly her light so feebly glows;
Reluctant to release her rays
To herald the extending days
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I was spellbound that night as I heard a magical sound;
Oh Philomel! sweet Diva! it must be you out there.
In the darkness I listened and my heart began to pound
I was spellbound.
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