No Sphere No Star No Comet Cast
Behold! the captive noble moon
What strange romance finds imbued
Fanciful ornamental might
So unearthly in its light,
Behold, a gown of primrose sky
A hue more darkened by the night
Each hour weaves its colours bright
The gush of polished vesper-eyes
Yet no star nor sphere of grace
Thrust in motion, held in place
Nor yet in all the wealth of space
Candent novas, solar raced
Hides the beauty or the trace
More divine than shapes thy face’
Tis as the heavens clustered low
And in a sweeping gleaming glow
Spend their glory all on thee
To be a shadow shaped by thee
Or yet in glittering so bright
A mere silhouette of eyes
And may she cast, O! dare she cast
With eyes of heaven looking past
Ife she gaze my soul is bound
As sure as fleets in oceans drown
In the vast, shoreless doom
Ife wave and tide do make their swoon
When all the sky is stirred
And all the whirlwinds move the earth
In circles to one gathered eye
To swallow sea, and land, and all beside
A circle in the gathered gloom;
One thought-like starfall chasing you.
Here all the limits of the universe
The rayless star of sunken mirth
Whose hunger rages like a man
What power consuming all it can
-the frosted, nameless little moons
Orbits which are not eschewed
Yea, no sphere! no star, nor comet cast
nor jeweled rays once gleamed, long past
Can mark the beauty of thy face
They are less-for they waste
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