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To Stella
Pushing through the portals
Of existence, head first,
The mysterious lady appeared
Somewhat fashionably late.
In charming dishabille
She announced herself
With a loud cry.
Attendants rushed forward
Offering fairy-woven wraps
And raiment cut
By crafty fingers
In faraway France.
Before her coming
Court astrologers were called:
They tossed their bones,
Regarded the flight of birds,
Conducted their soundings,
Made their calibrations,
Divined the secret
But kept it closely guarded.
Now the three kings approached:
Lustig, Lisa, and Torben,
Looked into her half-closed eyes
And recognized the gift
Of heaven-sent Stella,
Stella of the long, tapering
Fingers, and thin roseate lip,
Queen for the Day,
Daughter for Life.
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