He glanced down at the girl he was cradling, and as he had done in those old days long ago, he sang to her. A gentle song from his childhood, his own voice low and soft, sliding in and out of a whisper.
Weep not, child, Weep not, my darling, With these kisses let me remove your tears; The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious, They shall not long possess the sky—shall devour the stars only in apparition: Jupiter shall emerge—be patient— Watch again another night—the Pleiades shall emerge, They are immortal—all those stars, Both silvery and golden, shall shine out again, The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again—they endure; The vast immortal suns, and the long-enduring pensive moons, shall again shine.
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Date: 2006-01-21 11:22 pm (UTC)Weep not, child,
Weep not, my darling,
With these kisses let me remove your tears;
The ravening clouds shall not long be victorious,
They shall not long possess the sky—shall devour the stars only in apparition:
Jupiter shall emerge—be patient—
Watch again another night—the Pleiades shall emerge,
They are immortal—all those stars,
Both silvery and golden, shall shine out again,
The great stars and the little ones shall shine out again—they endure;
The vast immortal suns, and the long-enduring pensive moons, shall again shine.