How oft I’ve watch’d thee from the garden croft,
In silence, when the busy day was done,
Shining with wondrous brilliancy aloft,
And flickering like a casement ‘gainst the sun!
I’ve seen thee soar from out some snowy cloud,
Which held the frozen breath of land and sea,
Yet broke and sever’d as the wind grew loud
But earth-bound winds could not dismember thee,
Nor shake thy frame of jewels; I have guess’d
At thy strange shape and function, haply felt
The charm of that old myth about thy belt
And sword; but, most, my spirit was possess’d
By His great Presence, Who is never far
From his light-bearers, whether man or star.
(Charles Tennyson Turner)
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