they stand before me now, those eyes that shine,

no doubt inspired by an angel wise;

they stand, those god-like brothers that are mine,

and pour their diamond fires in mine eyes.

from all transgressions, from all snares, they save,

towards the path of joy they guide my ways;

they are my servants, and i am their slave;

and all my soul, this living torch obeys.

ye 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!