The Star

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

     Divided hemispheres,

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.