Starlight

Beauty of Starlight

As I look up towards the sky at the last light of Phoebus' cart
Whose bright radiance that once filled the heavens
Is curtained away by dark-gowned Night, who dims both soul and heart
Like great black clouds, yet from which comes light dearest to my eyes.

The light, so distant yet so close to my heart,
Pure and brilliant as the dews of morn,
Equal in beauty and in memory to chaste Diana, whose radiant cart
Fills the night sky with her silver countenance.

That beauty whose light comes from heaven, it seems,
Lights the night in glorious, eternal wonder
Like tapestries made of the very substance of Olympus, supreme
And high in glory, like the bright stars that always fill my dreams.