Stars

O Kings and Queens, that in my happy heart,

As in a royal chapel, warm and white,

Ensanctuaried are! I come to-night

Beneath the moonless sky — this radiant chart

Of the unfathomable Heavens where dart

Beam-trailing stars — with lamp of love alight

Unto your images; my reverent sight

Enfolds you, and I bring you each your part

Of piety. The Will that guides each star

Gave jewels to my hands I might not hold,

Whose grace remembered fills my palm. So rest,

O Joy-givers! your kingdoms are afar,

Yet here I own you, shrined in pearls and gold,

The sovereign captives of my loyal breast.