You move upon the earth as one
New lit from off the car
That God Apollo guides, the Sun—
And in your hand, a Star;
For in your perfect form unite
The joy of day, the bliss of night—
Sun raptures, moonlit tears.
These words of love, I tell them o’er,
As monk his rosary—
We know the visions we adore
Are bright Reality.
This poem is in the public domain.