Here now proclaimed love’s brightest star burned out,
No nova flash, mere lustered fire to fade,
No astral blast to make stargazers shout—
Mere slow eclipse unto a cosmic grave.
The skies of night are now a darker place
Sweet lumens lost unto cold matter dark
To sail the rippled waves of time and space;
Blank emptiness from whence they did embark.
Of universal Love, no finer light
Did fall upon the earth from heaven above;
To those who viewed, no stellar heart as bright,
As that blest beacon lit by hand of Jove.
Though eyes to heaven ever mark their gaze;
No radiance like hers shall souls amaze.
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