Stars in the heavens turn,
I worship like a star,
And in its footsteps learn
Where peace and wisdom are.
Man crawls as a worm crawls;
Till dust with dust he lies,
A crooked line he scrawls
Between the earth and skies.
Yet God, having ordained
The course of star and sun,
No creature hath constrained
A meaner course to run.
I, by his lesson taught,
Imagining his design,
Have diligently wrought
Motion to be divine.
I turn until my sense,
Dizzied with waves of air,
Spins to a point intense,
And spires and centres there.
There, motionless in speed,
I drink that flaming peace,
Which in the heavens doth feed
The Stars with bright increase.
Some spirit in me doth move
Through ways of light untrod,
Till, with excessive love,
I drown, and am in God.
