For ever is immovable, and Earth

Light from thine aspect borrows, and, anon,

In constant revolution, giveth birth

To darkness, not forsaken: for the Moon

And Stars reflect thy glory faintly forth,

In night, most holy night, in whose high noon

Majestic Heaven itself alone reveals

To faith,—a starry spell,—a visible tune,—

Until thy reappearing opes the seals

Of the mysterious Tome, and supersedes