Classic Poem

O Divinest Star of heaven!
Thou in power above the seven;
Thou sweet kindler of desires
Till they grow to mutual fires;
Thou, O gentle Queen, that art
Curer of each wounded heart;
Thou the fuel and the flame;
Thou, in heaven and here, the same;
Thou the wooer and the wooed;
Thou the hunger and the food;
Thou the prayër and the prayed;
Thou what is, or shall be, said;
Thou still young and golden tressëd,—
Make me by thy answer blessëd.

O Divinest Star of heaven!
Thou in power above the seven;
Thou sweet kindler of desires
Till they grow to mutual fires;
Thou, O gentle Queen, that art
Curer of each wounded heart;
Thou the fuel and the flame;
Thou, in heaven and here, the same;
Thou the wooer and the wooed;
Thou the hunger and the food;
Thou the prayër and the prayed;
Thou what is, or shall be, said;
Thou still young and golden tressëd,—
Make me by thy answer blessëd.