Stars wheel in purple, yours is not so rare br as Hesperus, nor yet so great a star br as bright Aldeboran or Sirius, br nor yet the stained and brilliant one of War; br br stars turn in purple, glorious to the sight; br yours is not gracious as the Pleiads are br nor as Orion's sapphires, luminous; br br yet disenchanted, cold, imperious face, br when all the others blighted, reel and fall, br your star, steel-set, keeps lone and frigid tryst br to freighted ships, baffled in wind and blast.