And her Name, as a star iridescent,
Light the sky of the soul.
Though in regions celestial there are lands—
Bright lands it were bliss but to see,
Whose towers, built high over star lands,
Of beryl and sardonyx be:
Though cities in fabulous far lands
Loom fair over mountain and lea,—
Yet on earth, in her gloom, or her garlands,
Who so comely as she!