They stand before me now, those eyes that shine, No doubt inspired by an Angel wise; They stand, those God-like brothers that are mine, And pour their diamond fires in mine eyes. From all transgressions, from all snares, they save, Towards the Path of Joy they guide my ways; They are my servants, and I am their slave; And all my soul, this living torch obeys. Ye charming Eyes—ye have those mystic beams, Of candles, burning in full day; the sun Awakes, yet kills not their fantastic gleams: Ye sing the Awak'ning, they the dark oblivion; The Awak'ning of my spirit ye proclaim, O stars—no sun can ever kill your flame!