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Yspirfal
Yspirfal across the sky
Awake now with a loving light
For I have summoned thee with song
And I have shaped thee to belong
In facets of eternal night
Where alor hath made the dim seem bright
Hyspirfael there beams a ray
Of vesper’s splendoring refrain
Shards of silver and silver rain
Shed on seas of silver fame
North and from the northmost sea
A mistless lute borne to thee
A ray, a glimmer, and a dream
To shape an endless harmony
Yspirfal and Hyspirfael
Upon the dawning of the world
To ring and with thy music fill
The vales and woods beneath thy spell
Yspirfal and Hyspirfael
Before the world unveiled
Somewhere on a fairy’s eve
Thy lute hath traced eternity
Hyspirfael I cannot tell
The glories of a thousand knells
Or streams unbroken toward the sea
Whose laughter is like bells to me
With a jingling o’er the plains
With no darkness nigh thy trains
Thou singest and tis clearly plain
Thy lute time shall not disdain
Yspirfal ife thou shouldst call
In echoes shed as waterfalls
Upon the faces of the hills
Upon the verdant blooming rills
Or through the jovial of night
And with the comeliness of sight
Thy echo is to me the thrall
Of twilight in the eveless halls
Yspirfal and Hyspirfael
One twain whose number cannot tell
Thou fay of fervent glory bright
To tantalize the leagues of night
And taint them silver and silver bright
Till last the spheres have made their flight
Yspirfal across the sky
Yspirfal and all to I
Thy lute has carved without a wry
The paths we tread; the paths of life
Yspirfal no tongue may tell
The joy of joy when joy is well
But hearts may dream and therein find
The rays that make thy beams sublime
Whilst scattered shards beneath these hooves
Endure beneath unshadow’d woods
Unshadowed woods beyond the green
Beyond the hills and o’er the streams
Where gleams the glitter and the reams
Of love from thy celestial beams
Beyond the twilight were sudden sings
The lute of loves resplendoring
Hyspirfael and Yspirfal
Ife one are twain upon the call
Of fate when moons have risen low
And rising with the moonlit glow
My spirit o’er unbroken leas
Shouldst soar beyond the vesper’d seas
Whence thy lute wast shed on me
Where all is wrapped in silver throws
Then tossed upon Mithlirian-volde
Yspirfal across the sky
Yspirfal which cannot die
One twain who cannot over tell
The lute the lover and the spell
Of love when we have known thee well
Copyright ©
Bruce Creech
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