If I could light a star to mark your name

It would shine brighter than all stars before

And your pure essence boast celestial fame—

A beacon bright to herald Heaven’s door.

There you would gleam more proud than Vega’s fire,

So will Arcturus pale by rayed compare;

Sirius with Capella soon conspire

While Canopus and Rigil blaze in despair.

So will your aura shame the nacreous Moon,

That her pocked countenance seek veiling cloud

While astral beings in their wonder swoon;

Telluric princess by Astraeus crowned—

There you shall reign in luminous delight,

Your peerless beauty e’er to grace the night.