(For The Beatrice Celebration, 1890) Nine Mystic Revolutions Of The Spheres Since Dante'S Birth, And Lo! A Star New-Born Shining In Heaven: And Like A Lark At Morn Springing To Meet It, Straight In All Men'S Ears, A Strange New Song, Which Through The Listening Years Grew Deep As Lonely Sobbing From The Thorn Rising At Eve, Shot Through With Bitter Scorn, Full-Throated With The Ecstasy Of Tears. Long Since That Star Arose, That Song Upsprang, That Shine And Sing In Heaven Above Us Yet; Since Thy White Childhood, Glorious Beatrice, Dawned Like A Blessed Angel Upon His: Thy Star It Was That Did His Song Beget, Star Shining For Us Still Because He Sang.