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Star Psalm
O Star, dear Star, lean silence on my breast, While all the wine-dark heav’ns do hold their breath; The jasmine sighs; warm earth doth sink to rest, And moths, like prayers, beat softly after death; One piercing Star doth seam the night’s thin veil, And there my guarded silence waxeth frail. I speak to thee as sailors do to fire, Low-voic’d, lest wind should steal the holy word; Thou art my North, my hunger, my desire, The salt of blood, my psalmèd singing bird; Star, pierce me through, till day hath stripp’d the night, And bind my broken dark, and make it light.

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