She strode in wrapped by the star-sequined night,
of roiling black and flashing fireflies,
and starlit wonder raised me from the earth
into the glitter of a thousand skies.
The shine of a thousand thousands of stars,
that wink and blink in the synchronized dark,
dazed me, amazed me, but, familiar, found
the sidereal black shrunken and stark.
A dab, a dot, a thought, and a tittle,
by turn, waking, passing past the middle
to a newer, truer, adoration,
seducing my soul to spark and bristle.
From the dawn, night diverted my eyes
with perjuring promise of greater sight,
for it was a star, not stars, that I sought,
a slant of sun above the starlight.
A million astral flickers, flecks, no more,
bright by contrast to dark but to day short
of her brilliance, of her luster, of her,
resign their reign to sit in her court.
So crowned by peers, she rises far above
the common radiance, the world draped dun
by her glowing gait — and soon no others
can be seen —, and bids all the world to come.
The rayless heavens are lit by her beams,
and by them all the earth begins to teem,
and, though once shrouded in sable, so is
my rayless heart illumined and agleam.