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.
 
Credit

This poem is in the public domain.

About this Poem

"The Star" was published in Mirage: Poems (Elkine Mathews, 1911).