It's been a long way for that star Now rising in our skies: Its light has trekked a thousand years To reach our earthborn eyes. It may have long ago burned out Amid the blue of space Yet only now its ray has come To set our sights ablaze. That icon of a perished star Climbs heaven's canopy: We who saw not the light that was Now see what's ceased to be. It's ever thus when our desires Go, spent, into the night. Our love still follows after us With an extinguished light.