The simile is ancient; but you are---
truly and wholly---like a shining star,
splendid upon the sable, Heavenly
array, and in mere measurement too far
beyond reach; yet by way of Beauty, near
and able to allay all mortal fear,
all feeling of brute inadequacy..
Even the words of finest poetry---
finer than mine---in most profound degree,
cannot describe you, Muse. Astronomy
is your province: you name the constellations,
and for the favor of your smile, they vie;
as I enjoy choicest of delectations---
your eager footsteps on my verses' sky.