by Llywelyn Lucas
When Betelgeuse holds out her shining hand
Across the hundreds of her years of light,
I marvel that I should be here at gaze
Upon the starry wonders of the night.
It matters not that I am poor and ill,
A pallid ghost waiting the pallid pall;
When I see wonder, all the marvel is
That I am here at all.
Llywelyn Lucas (1943)