The bright elusive Fomalhaut,
Her colors flaming high,
Austerely crosses, on tiptoe,
Her empty stretch of sky.
Her regal bearing shows disdain
For small stars which in awe
Behold her go far south to reign
When summer days withdraw.
The princess struts; we pay the cost:
Her cold aloofness leaves us frost.
by Ray Romine Sunday, January 14, 1951
