A poem I wrote in my book

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Isadora is the goddess of the morning star. The poem:

O sweet Isadôra, fair light of pale blue

Wherefore dost thou leave to reappear anew?

Wherefore dost thou wander a lonely pass through?

When thy lamp shinest brighter than all of heaven's queue

Whither dost thou go when night yearns thy fair view?

Isadôra, so pure and sweet, I light a candle cue

A candle 'til thou hast returned unto thy statue

Unto morning's light thy lamp ever returneth true

And then each day I watch thou sleep

And fade into the blue.​

 

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'They mock us,' said Xavier at length, the fire crackling during the silent interim. 'Why do you write poetry?'

Tammuz contemplated. 'I desire to bring a beauty into this world which my presence has never produced.'