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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
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The sad and solemn night
Hath yet her multitude of cheerful fires;
The glorious host of light
Walk the dark hemisphere till she retires;
All through her silent watches, gliding slow,
Her constellations come, and climb the heavens, and go.
Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
Like the lost pleiad seen no more below.
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
What are ye orbs?
The words of God? the Scriptures of the skies?
No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes read more
No one sees what is before his feet: we all gaze at the stars.
[Lat., Quod est ante pedes nemo spectat: coeli scrutantur
plagas.]
In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
In yonder pensile orb, and every sphere
That gems the starry girdle of the year.
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then read more
When stars are in the quiet skies,
Then most I pine for thee;
Bend on me then thy tender eyes,
As stars look on the sea.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Surely the stars are images of love.
Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou
guide Arcturus with his sons?
Canst thou bring forth Mazzaroth in his season? or canst thou
guide Arcturus with his sons?
Now twilight lets her curtain down
And pins it with a star.
Now twilight lets her curtain down
And pins it with a star.
