Now is declared, love’s brightest star burned out,

No nova flash, mere lustered fire to fade,

No astral blast to make stargazers shout—

A sheer eclipse into a cosmic grave.

The skies of night are now a darker place,

Sweet lumens lost unto cold matter dark

To skim the rippled waves of time and space;

A blackened veil from whence they once did spark.

Of universal Love—no finer ray of light

Did fall upon the earth from heaven above—

To those who viewed, no stellar heart as bright,

As that blessed beacon lit by hand of Jove.

Though eyes to heaven ever mark their gaze;

No radiance like hers—shall ever blaze.