My dearly beloved shadow of light;
My light when the day is dead
Receive and keep me in your brazier,
Receive me your resident lost.
The gorgeous light that illuminate earth evermore,
Like a wide open, sleepless eye forever
The light whose breath is fire;
Oh, master over the ever darkening night,
Sometimes, I reach out to touch you;
Will I burn, or be bright as day?
With your light other lights illuminate
And return to their first position
Like triangular stars before the fall
Like the light that extinguishes the night;
Smooth as a king's way,
Riding in your chariot ever shinning;
With your light I am blest.
Who would behold you my ideal light?
The stream from which bright waters flow
Those abiding in your light most holy.
My guerdon is a noble fame; for
To turn away from you is the beginning of death.
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