LET SPIRITS AWAKE

O bring me gems to crown my head

and play the harp good soul of wings.

A star winks joy; call loud its name

that it may trace your wish in light.

I raise my palms and hail its waltz

in skies at rest till kiss of morn.

O how I seek to clasp your sign

that fine work lives as balm for man.

You read this want; the star drops low

In my poor hand it finds a home.