the morning star

Over the early ship
that furrows the serene
wave the morning star
swings in the lateen yard.

The sea, amid vague nets,
seems to open in its track
its stern blue brows
with a very gentle swoon.

And, soothing its deep anxiety,
the star falls asleep
in the bosom of the titan,
like your love in my life.

Leopoldo Lugones

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