Robert Seymour Bridges

Shorter Poems. Book IV. 16. “Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow”

  Fire of heaven, whose starry arrow
  Pierces the veil of timeless night:
  Molten spheres, whose tempests narrow
  Their floods to a beam of gentle light,
To charm with a moon-ray quenched from fire
The land of delight, the land of desire!

  Smile of love, a flower planted,
  Sprung in the garden of joy that art:
  Eyes that shine with a glow enchanted,
  Whose spreading fires encircle my heart,
And warm with a noon-ray drenched in fire
My land of delight, my land of desire!