In the blue, cloudless heaven
⁠A single star,
Lone torch and lamp of even,
⁠Burning afar;

Not with the radiance tender
⁠Of other stars,
But with insistent splendor,—
⁠Celestial Mars!

Above the summits hoary
⁠Of ancient hills,
It yet pours out a glory
⁠On lakes and rills,

As when Selene passes
⁠Across the night
And her fair image glasses,
⁠Leaving its light.

Strange planet! Thou dost awe me,
⁠As by a spell;
Thou dost uplift and draw me
⁠Where thou dost dwell!

​Thy mysteries to capture
⁠Let others guess;
Mine—mine to feel with rapture
⁠Thy beauteousness.