(29 November 1898 – 22 November 1963 / Belfast)


Through the starry hollow
Of the summer night
I would follow, follow
Hesperus the bright,
To seek beyond the western wave
His garden of delight.

Hesperus the fairest
Of all gods that are,
Peace and dreams thou bearest
In thy shadowy car,
And often in my evening walks
I’ve blessed thee from afar.

Stars without number,
Dust the noon of night,
Thou the early slumber
And the still delight
Of the gentle twilit hours
Rulest in thy right.

When the pale skies shiver,
Seeing night is done,
Past the ocean-river,
Lightly thou dost run,
To look for pleasant, sleepy lands,
That never fear the sun.

Where, beyond the waters
Of the outer sea,
Thy triple crown of daughters
That guards the golden tree
Sing out across the lonely tide
A welcome home to thee.

And while the old, old dragon
For joy lifts up his head,
They bring thee forth a flagon
Of nectar foaming red,
And underneath the drowsy trees
Of poppies strew thy bed.

Ah! that I could follow
In thy footsteps bright,
Through the starry hollow
Of the summer night,
Sloping down the western ways
To find my heart’s delight!

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Comments (5)

A wonderful write, as always when it comes to anything by C.S. Lewis. Love you, Jack! Forever immortalised in your works.
Seamus' comments on poems must be read- he adds so much to our understanding. I can only add that I found this poem to be like a Christmas tree with sparkling words like ornaments om its beautiful limbs.
Through the starry hollow! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
Old school craftsmanship, deftly weaving the precision of rhyme and meter to produce a tapestry of luminous beauty. The atmosphere, the imagery, the flow of idea, all seamlessly enhanced by the construction of the language. Learn from this, young poets, that your rhyme and stanza construction should not be what the reader notices. They should quietly point to the image that you see in your mind and quietly pass over to the mind of the reader.
Good rhyming..love it!10