Star of my heart, I follow from afar. <br />Sweet Love on high, lead on where shepherds are, <br />Where Time is not, and only dreamers are. <br />Star from of old, the Magi-Kings are dead <br />And a foolish Saxon seeks the manger-bed. <br />O lead me to Jehovah's child <br />Across this dreamland lone and wild, <br />Then will I speak this prayer unsaid, <br />And kiss his little haloed head — <br />"My star and I, we love thee, little child." <br /> <br />Except the Christ be born again to-night <br />In dreams of all men, saints and sons of shame, <br />The world will never see his kingdom bright. <br />Stars of all hearts, lead onward thro' the night <br />Past death-black deserts, doubts without a name, <br />Past hills of pain and mountains of new sin <br />To that far sky where mystic births begin, <br />Where dreaming ears the angel-song shall win. <br />Our Christmas shall be rare at dawning there, <br />And each shall find his brother fair, <br />Like a little child within: <br />All hearts of the earth shall find new birth <br />And wake, no more to sin.<br /><br />Vachel Lindsay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/star-of-my-heart/
