Classic Poem

Fair Hope, that once, fair Hope, my prisoned heart
Delightedst with thy lustre, piercing night
With eyelet twinkle, now thy former part
Renew, with thy one beam my heart delight;
Starlike, not sunlike, not scattering the dark,
Spreading in prisons, thee I ask to shine;
Only to pierce, not scatter, with thy spark
As stars the night, such night wherein I pine.

Then move some space in heaven: but let thy beam
Solace me still: and I shall know and feel
Thy cluster near, the sisters of thy team,
Which in the night above our day do wheel:
Faith, love are there, where Hope on high doth glide,
Though further, fainter, in heaven's depth they ride.