Classic Poem

I heard a voice that said: “Take up thy pen
And write. Tell all the world how vast a deed
The star-winged God of starry love decreed
Once, that can come to pass now never again.
Tell the world how the whole night's endless fane
Opened, and all the armies of the night
Filled the black vistas with gold flow and flight
And all dark things and doubtful were made plain.

“Tell all the world how strange and great a thing
Then came to pass, that for one silent hour
The hosts who the deep walls of heaven embower
Halted, and peered from heaven's heights wondering:
Gazing with all the eyes of all their throng
Upon one form,—the lady of thy song.”