𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧

e charming Eyes — ye have those mystic beams,
Of candles, burning in full day; the sun
Awakes, yet kills not their fantastic gleams:

Ye sing the Awak'ning, they the dark oblivion;
The Awak'ning of my spirit ye proclaim,
O stars — no sun can ever kill your flame!