O, Blessed of the dark, we meet along an unknown sky;
And here within the light of you, how beautiful am I!
The other worlds are dim around, beneficent with night.
But I—I turn my face to you, and have no other sight.
So poising radiant, strong with joy, in desert air divine,
One star doth to another call, and we belovèd shine.
We shine transfigured, shine, to know beyond all hope made wise,
The echo, echo of All Hail, from new-illumined eyes.
Who know not what your glory is, nor why my looks are bright,
I lean to you, I call to you, I shine with you, my light.