STEADFAST.
Not like the stars that high in heavenShine so serenely with unchanging raysThat marveling at their calmness, you believeOf their “firm-fixed and lasting quality”There is no type upon the earth beneath.A few weeks hence look up, and you shall findEach steadfast planet steadfastly has movedAcross the midnight azure of the skyWith silent rays still tranquil and serene.Not steadfast like the stars is she I love,But as this gem I wear upon my breast;Whose rich rays wander from me through the room,Sparkling and fading with capricious gleamOf light and color, like the varying moodsOf my beloved one; those who turn to praiseThe beauty of the gem, admire mostThe changefulness of its most restless rays;Yet I feel no uneasiness or doubt;Knowing full well whenever I look downUpon my breast, the jewel will be there.
Not like the stars that high in heavenShine so serenely with unchanging raysThat marveling at their calmness, you believeOf their “firm-fixed and lasting quality”There is no type upon the earth beneath.A few weeks hence look up, and you shall findEach steadfast planet steadfastly has movedAcross the midnight azure of the skyWith silent rays still tranquil and serene.Not steadfast like the stars is she I love,But as this gem I wear upon my breast;Whose rich rays wander from me through the room,Sparkling and fading with capricious gleamOf light and color, like the varying moodsOf my beloved one; those who turn to praiseThe beauty of the gem, admire mostThe changefulness of its most restless rays;Yet I feel no uneasiness or doubt;Knowing full well whenever I look downUpon my breast, the jewel will be there.
Not like the stars that high in heavenShine so serenely with unchanging raysThat marveling at their calmness, you believeOf their “firm-fixed and lasting quality”There is no type upon the earth beneath.A few weeks hence look up, and you shall findEach steadfast planet steadfastly has movedAcross the midnight azure of the skyWith silent rays still tranquil and serene.Not steadfast like the stars is she I love,But as this gem I wear upon my breast;Whose rich rays wander from me through the room,Sparkling and fading with capricious gleamOf light and color, like the varying moodsOf my beloved one; those who turn to praiseThe beauty of the gem, admire mostThe changefulness of its most restless rays;Yet I feel no uneasiness or doubt;Knowing full well whenever I look downUpon my breast, the jewel will be there.
Not like the stars that high in heaven
Shine so serenely with unchanging rays
That marveling at their calmness, you believe
Of their “firm-fixed and lasting quality”
There is no type upon the earth beneath.
A few weeks hence look up, and you shall find
Each steadfast planet steadfastly has moved
Across the midnight azure of the sky
With silent rays still tranquil and serene.
Not steadfast like the stars is she I love,
But as this gem I wear upon my breast;
Whose rich rays wander from me through the room,
Sparkling and fading with capricious gleam
Of light and color, like the varying moods
Of my beloved one; those who turn to praise
The beauty of the gem, admire most
The changefulness of its most restless rays;
Yet I feel no uneasiness or doubt;
Knowing full well whenever I look down
Upon my breast, the jewel will be there.