Let us bend like guardians o’er thee,
With our full lips kissing thine;
Thought alone is worthless for thee;
Buds about thy heart entwine.
Pynthanix.See, see, the Spirit that clove the air
With lightning eyes and stormy hair,
His mission done and soaring far,
Hath now become the Morning Star!
Saphenix.The clouds grow clear in the east, and high
The pearl of dawn o’erspreads the sky.