1. The stars of night are like blue lances
With which all above the dust complain,

2. And but for eyes that pine with parting's pain,
Who, fixed on earth, had called the earth a main?

3. This dawn, with bared sword gleaming bright,
Who hath sped on the turns of time amain,

4. As though they by their king's curse were overta'en
And whoso thwarts his lord is cursed again.

5. Lighter of spirit than eyes whose lineage
To man is lost through savages in grain.