Féraz continued,—
“O searching Star, I bring my grief to thee,—
Regard it, Thou, as pitying angels may
Regard a tortured saint,—and, down to me
Send one bright glance, one heart-assuring ray
From that high throne where thou in sheeny state
Dost hang, thought-pensive, ’twixt the heaven and earth;
Thou, sure, dost know the secret of my Fate,
For thou didst shine upon my hour of birth.
“O Star, from whom the clouds asunder roll,