Classic Poem

Star of my love, beneath thine emerald light,
With steadfast hope and trust, I kneel to-night.

Before thy heavens, Light of my life, I bow;
For I am lone and vigilant as thou.

The fairest day is drear and dark to me.
A constant moan, uncomforted by thee;

But when I find thy deep-rayed tent of light
So pure, so far, more lonely is the night.

No dusky brave's most eloquent desire
Could move my will or set my soul afire;

I turn me home to where my heavens are,
And find thee there, my radiant hero star.