Poems by Themis

Teshtar

How white you shine, how steadfast, sure,

O brightest star of the sky;

Star of the Prophet, — still and pure,

Above the night world's lie;

Above the waters, restless, strange,

Above the weltering mood

Of dark dream-surges, Time and change,

And soul's inquietude.

O star most perfect, bring to me

The spirit's calm delight;

Poised over earth's pain and ecstasy,

Make beautiful my night.

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