Look where a three-point star shall weave his beam <br />Into the slumb'rous tissue of some stream, <br />Till his bright self o'er his bright copy seem <br />Fulfillment dropping on a come-true dream; <br />So in this night of art thy soul doth show <br />Her excellent double in the steadfast flow <br />Of wishing love that through men's hearts doth go: <br />At once thou shin'st above and shin'st below. <br />E'en when thou strivest there within Art's sky <br />(Each star must o'er a strenuous orbit fly), <br />Full calm thine image in our love doth lie, <br />A Motion glassed in a Tranquillity. <br />So triple-rayed, thou mov'st, yet stay'st, serene -- <br />Art's artist, Love's dear woman, Fame's good queen!<br /><br />Sidney Lanier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-charlotte-cushman/
