No Sphere No Star No Comet Cast

Behold! the captive noble moon What strange romance finds imbued Fanciful ornamental might So unearthly in its light, Behold, a gown of primrose sky A hue more darkened by the night Each hour weaves its colours bright The gush of polished vesper-eyes Yet no star nor sphere of grace Thrust in motion, held in place Nor yet in all the wealth of space Candent novas, solar raced Hides the beauty or the trace More divine than shapes thy face’ Tis as the heavens clustered low And in a sweeping gleaming glow Spend their glory all on thee To be a shadow shaped by thee Or yet in glittering so bright A mere silhouette of eyes And may she cast, O! dare she cast With eyes of heaven looking past Ife she gaze my soul is bound As sure as fleets in oceans drown In the vast, shoreless doom Ife wave and tide do make their swoon When all the sky is stirred And all the whirlwinds move the earth In circles to one gathered eye To swallow sea, and land, and all beside A circle in the gathered gloom; One thought-like starfall chasing you. Here all the limits of the universe The rayless star of sunken mirth Whose hunger rages like a man What power consuming all it can -the frosted, nameless little moons Orbits which are not eschewed Yea, no sphere! no star, nor comet cast nor jeweled rays once gleamed, long past Can mark the beauty of thy face They are less-for they waste