Poem Written Specifically For
the Samuel Cupples House Zodiac Window
By Eugene Field, 1889
Between a sun and a moon, or moon and sun,
the little course man calls his life is run
A puny parallel to that which lies, Earth circling,
through the near remove of skies;
Where round the Zodiac wheel,
is spun the seasons’ garb of polychrome or dun
Till year lies buried ‘neath Saturnus’ pall and Sybils whisper,
“Tis the end of all”
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Yet other suns and other moons, may be, trace,
far beyond the soul’s analogy
With wider sweep far far beyond our ken
swim other stars and worlds. Hast now and then
Caught like a sad sweet strain, an undertow of harmony,
as when the sea makes moan,
With changeless change for theme?
Or seen long ways of burnt out suns hung slant-wise, yesterdays
Of aeons gone? They see afar whose eyes scan
soulful lessons ‘mid the zenith skies.
For such art limns a picture. Cease O tears,
live for tomorrow’s seven thousand years!
E.F. MDCCCLXXXIX
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