The Star

.   Whatever 'tis, whose beauty here below

    Attracts thee thus and makes thee stream and flow,

        And wind and curl, and wink and smile,

            Shifting thy gate and guile;

    Though thy close commerce nought at all imbars

    My present search, for eagles eye not stars,

        And still the lesser by the best

            And highest good is blest;

    Yet, seeing all things that subsist and be,

   Have their commissions from divinity,

       And teach us duty, I will see

           What man may learn from thee.

   First, I am sure, the subject so respected

   Is well dispos'd, for bodies once infected,

       Deprav'd, or dead, can have with thee

           No hold, nor sympathy.

   Next, there's in it a restless, pure desire

   And longing for thy bright and vital fire,

       Desire that never will be quench'd,

           Nor can be writh'd, nor wrench'd.

   These are the magnets which so strongly move

   And work all night upon thy light and love,

       As beauteous shapes, we know not why,

           Command and guide the eye.

   For where desire, celestial, pure desire

   Hath taken root, and grows, and doth not tire,

       There God a commerce states, and sheds

           His secret on their heads.

   This is the heart he craves, and who so will

   But give it him, and grudge not, he shall feel

       That God is true, as herbs unseen

           Put on their youth and green.