Across the winter sky by night
;Orion proudly strides
The rising moon in silver state
;His splendor scarcely hides
,His jeweled belt, his glittering sword
,In brilliancy combine
,Great Sirius and Procyon
,His loyal followers shine
,The Books record his name
;Of him the poets write
From nursery windows, children’s eyes
.Greet him with gay delight
,soft breeze stirs to greet the dawn
,The summer stars grow dim
When lo, a mystic shape appears
.Above the Ocean’s rim
The form so faintly shining there
,No royalty can boast
,Yet with a thrill my heart proclaims
‘!It is Orion’s ghost”
Alone and pale he trembles there
,A moment and is gone
While radiant couriers of the sun
.Announce the coming morn
Orion, greatest of the tribe
.That pace the starry heights
,Ghost of the shimmering summer dawn
King of the winter nights
poem by Sophia C. Prentice.