My Old Friend Morgenstern
by R. P. LISTER
BEFORE the sunrise, when the air is green
And shot with icicles,
Eastwards the red-nosed men with hungry mien
Stream by on bicycles,
And westwards I discern
My old friend Morgenstern.
And shot with icicles,
Eastwards the red-nosed men with hungry mien
Stream by on bicycles,
And westwards I discern
My old friend Morgenstern.
There hangs in space the moon, bland odalisque,
Serene and tranquil,
Who holds more silver in her polished disc
Than ever bank will.
And, lounging by her stern,
My old friend Morgenstern.
Serene and tranquil,
Who holds more silver in her polished disc
Than ever bank will.
And, lounging by her stern,
My old friend Morgenstern.
He beams on Mandalay and Medicine Hat
And on the Tatra,
Just as he beamed on Caesar, Charles the Fat,
And Cleopatra
And noble Vortigern,
My old friend Morgenstern.
And on the Tatra,
Just as he beamed on Caesar, Charles the Fat,
And Cleopatra
And noble Vortigern,
My old friend Morgenstern.
He has observed long aeons of human shame
And degradation,
But does not say a single word of blame
Or condemnation;
These things do not concern
My old friend Morgenstern.
And degradation,
But does not say a single word of blame
Or condemnation;
These things do not concern
My old friend Morgenstern.