Classic Poem

O star of joy,
Thou that dost whitely bloom
In the darkest fields of doom,
O star of joy,
The deep pools of mine eyes
Meet thee, greet thee, mirror-wise.
O star, my star,
I hold them, joyless, up to thee,
For thee to fathom, thee to fill,
Thou white beauty.

O star of joy,
My lonely, longing heart
Found thee where thou eternal art,
Joy of all joys,
That dwellest past the bound
Where any grief may go his round,
Light of all light—
My darkened life I lift to thee,
For thee to kindle, thee to fill,
O white beauty.